The These Two People Should NOT Be Seen Together Post.

Last night the Royal/World Premiere of Tim Burton's take on Alice In Wonderland was held at the Odeon in Leicester Square (now that the threatened boycott is no more). All the stars were there along with a lot of the behind-the-scenes folks - I wasn't there, though.

But the great Danny Elfman was there, and of all the pictures StitchKingdom put up of the night's festivities, he only appears in one. Weirdly, it's one which he shares with Prince Charles and... Avril Lavigne. This one. (The musically-challenged but intensely bangable Avril chips in with a ditty over the closing credits, one of the few songs on the Almost Alice CD that's actually in the film - if not the only one. Interestingly, the fine-assed chanteuse is absent from the Elfman score album.) The look on his face suggests he's fully aware he's been sighted standing next to Avril Lavigne and probably isn't too happy about it. Or is it just wishful thinking on my part?

I refuse to believe Burton had anything to do with Avril's involvement (I blame commercial pressures, and people who forgot about Avril's horrible contribution to Eragon). Lots more pics here.

The Sweet 44 And Frequently Kissed Post.

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday, dear Cindy...

Happy birthday to you!

The No Wonder The Winter Olympics Are Short On Snow Post.

How do you expect the weather to stay cold if Cindy's around?

The I Refuse To Have Hayden's Fella In This Post Post.

Apparently Hayden's taken after fellow natural-blondes-turned-redheads Christina Hendricks and Amy Adams because she wants to be not seen as cute so much (unfortunately, like Amy that may be impossible...) and do something about the cheerleader image (which is understandable - had Fireflies In The Garden, a rare opportunity these days for her to do something not cheerleader-related, been well-received it may well have helped her in that regard). I have to say that it does suit her - almost as much as being blonde does. Add to this her passing the short hair test and she's likely to be with us for the long haul.

We will not discuss whether or not she's gotten work done in the chest area. And we will definitely not discuss her new, unfairly lucky guy. (This was taken when she was in Sweden a few days ago; she moved on to Germany... please come to England again, Hayden!)

The Good Idea, Bad Idea Post.

It's time for another Good Idea, Bad Idea. (At this point what with it being all over the Internet, spoiler alerts are a case of closing the door after the horse bolted.)

Good Idea: Putting two of modern cinema's most Callipygian performers, Jessica Alba and Kate Hudson, in a prestige project (The Killer Inside Me), thereby giving the former a chance to get taken something close to seriously for once and the latter a break from endless comedies (oh, and criticially and commercially disastrous all-star musicals).

Bad Idea: Having their characters get fucking beaten to death (Kate Hudson's first screen demise since The Skeleton Key [her body's intact but the character she plays is transferred into a soon-to-be-gone Gena Rowlands, remember] and Jessica Alba's first screen demise ever).

The End.

The No Captions On This One, I Don't Think Post.

The Town And Country Post.

From the cover. Enjoy.

The Cindy TV Spot Post.

It's an exceedingly cold January. So something to warm people up is required. This will do perfectly.

The 40 Winters Post.

I'm 40 today. I'm older than my parents were when they had me. And I'm... all right, I guess. Not in the mood for huge celebrations, but then I never am.

So should I talk about the past forty years? No, and not only because I can't remember that far back. So let's just... get on with it. It being life. I just wish it was snowing instead of being on the verge of raining.

Happy birthday to me, folks.

The So How Was It For You? Post.

Well, there were three things that got in my way. The first was the hospitalisation of one of my aunts for kidney failure - she's at home now, and on dialysis. Happily she's doing fine and in good spirits.

The second was the sudden passing of Brittany Murphy, which also threw something of a downer on my spirit in the runup (it must have made viewing of Happy Feet somewhat bittersweet for her British fans - ITV1 aired said movie on Christmas Day).

The third was my housedust allergy coming into play while helping Sharon clean up. The aggravation intensified my asthma, and so I spent a fair amount of the big day coughing, wheezing, feeling weary and bringing up phlegm. Though on the upside, it did keep me from feeling stuffed.

Fortunately Mum's with us, and though she was and is on at me a bit much it's only because she cares for me and loves me. If she didn't give a damn she wouldn't tell me to take the inhalers, sleep away from the window, clean up my (somewhat stuffy) room... so that's a good thing.

In spite of all that, it's okay - no massive arguments! Yay!