Honestly mate, you look sterling.

This Is England is one of my favourite films of all time. It seems weird to say that about such a, well, grim, film, and when ever I recommend it to friends, it does come with this disclaimer: Never. Ever. watch it the day after consuming a ridiculous amount of beverages of an alcoholic nature. Ever.

You will want to kill yourself.

The first time I saw this film was with my ginger-haired bestie, who had earlier that week been laid off from her job and had very little prospects in the immediate future. I almost had to pull her in from the balcony over the closing credits.

I'd even be scared to watch it after a watered-down WKD, to be honest. HOWEVER (and it is such a big however it merits the use of caps lock), it is pretty effing deadly, isn't it. You can imagine my joy when I heard a four-part miniseries was being made, oh yes. Lol (Vicky McClure) has been one of my lady crushes since she rocked her Fred Perry in the original.

Not such a fan of the blonde hair in this incarnation, but I'm willing to let it slide. Also, maybe it's just me, but I am really fancying Milky this time round. He's such a sharp dresser, no?

In the movies the good guy gets the girl. In real life it's usually the prick...

Went to see "Youth in Revolt" the other night at the snigger-happy named Labia Theatre on Kloof (No, I don't know why it's called that either, but it sure made asking for directions more embarrassing). Something bad happened then.

My Cera-based obsession has been jump-started. Le sigh.

Oh Michael. It started with Juno, and got ridiculously out of control, to the point where I was planning what to wear for his next première. Hey, you gotta aim high, right?

And now it's back.

I know we will most likely never meet. And I know that even if we do, chances are he's not going to immediately fall madly in love with me. Neither of these two reflections have helped the situation one bit though. What is it about this nerdy, socially awkward man that I like? I know he'd be brutal on the dance floor. And he probably wears tighty whiteys too. And he'd spill wine all over your mother the first time they met.

I can overlook all those things Michael. Just call me.

Also, if you get a chance, go see the movie. It's pretty frickin' awesome, Cera or no Cera.