Woah! That Nearly Killed Me!

So tonight, as I walked home in the bitter Canterbury supposed 'spring' air, my friend and I somehow got onto the topic of near death experiences. As someone who leads a pretty standard, boring and generally risk-free life, I quickly assumed that I didn't have anything that even slightly resembled a near death experience...but the more and more I thought about it, I sort of realised that I do!


Firstly, in my life I have fainted about 3 times. The first time was when I was about 2 or 3 years old, and I was jumping on my bed with my next door neighbour who is 3 years older than me. Now this is where it gets slightly hazy for my mum and us both - I either 'fell off' or was pushed off of the bed, hit my head on the way down and fainted. Apparently, my mum panicked (as all mothers of 2 year olds do when their normally particularly talkative child suddenly appears lifeless), and almost phoned an ambulance when little old me woke up and acted as if I'd received a tiny bump on the head and moved along! 


The next time was pretty simple. I was about 5 years old and in a moment of hysteria (okay, I was crying probably about my mum refusing to let me watch Sooty, Barney or Tots TV for the hundredth time that day), when I slipped off of a chair, hit the back of my head and fainted. All I needed this time was to be taken outside for a bit of fresh air and I was right as rain! Oh, and the third time? Yeah I don't remember that one....!


And the final time - and hopefully the LAST time, I was walking my dog with my mum and sister a few years ago. As we were crossing the road, a woman got out of her car to post a letter, left the keys in the ignition and a guy jumped in, drove off, mounted the pavement and almost hit my family and I. Scary times, huh?!


Ok... so I suppose that most of these situations probably don't seem very major or 'near life death experiencey' compared to things that has happened in other peoples' lives... but I tend to over exaggerate things a tiiiiiny bit...so I hope no one gets offended by my sort of 'near death experiences'.


Anyway, a slightly morbid post I suppose - but I did watch a film last night to feed my obsession with Meryl Streep: 'The Hours', which kind of explains why I had death on my mind - cheerful I KNOW!

Honestly, I wasn't all that impressed with the film. I read a short synopsis on imbd before watching it, and all I could gather was:

1. Nicole Kidman wears a ridiculously realistic prosthetic nose which makes it almost impossible for the first half an hour of the film to even realise that it actually is Nicole Kidman portraying Virginia Woolf.
2. All three of the protagonists experience suicide in some way in the film - happy happy HAPPY film.
3. All three of the protagonists also have certain lesbian encounters (which seeing as my favourite film is 'Rent' I didn't think I'd have a problem with.
4. Nicole Kidman won an Oscar for her role in it.

From reading this information, I really thought I'd find this film (as a film student, of course) interesting. Unfortunately not.

I'm not going to ruin the film for anyone who wants to watch it, but sadly I only give it 2/5 stars and don't really recommend it to anyone! *Sorry Stephen Daldry!*

Hope you've all had a wonderful day - and sorry for the long blog! Post again soon! :) xoxx