I'm more than happy to step in to arrange the next London meat, as long as you don't mind it taking place some time after I've sorted out some post-project debriefings for the Long Now Foundation.
Kenny
The Wisdom of IMDB:
Shooter
Revealing mistakes: When the crippled sniper shoots himself under the chin, no bullet is actually fired from the gun. If you watch the scene frame-by-frame, a jet of air comes out of the gun and the actor's head cocks back. His neck is intact.
I come from the North I guess, well, North Wales coast at any rate. Though I've been living darn sarf for ten years now. Still don't say barth or grarse mind you.
I can do that on my own, with the aid of my fabulous shoes. Which doesn't mean much to softy southerners but means everything to my sexy bexy naughty northerners.
Also might it be a good idea for me to get a/some phone number/s? We should be able to find our way to the Fitzroy from King's Cross but just in case...
Also, we now have a +1. He's not a northerner but he went to uni with us in Manchester so he sort of counts.
