Yesterday was Day 66 of my Year Of Living Sober. It was a Sunday.
During the day we had a visit from my sister-in-law, I sat in the sun and got a little burnt, and then, when our daughter hit the sack and my sis-in-law hit the road I made a vegetable dhal with red lentils, pumpkin, and coconut milk.
There were other vegetables in there too but what is important is how yummy it was:
I washed it down with a non-alcoholic beer, a Coopers Birell: my preferred favourite ‘near beer’ (as they call them in America; not to be confused with a near bear—which is what some people call hairy athletes).
During my YOLS I have grown to enjoy the taste of this particular brand of near beer. I rarely have more than one or two at a time though and I find it kills any cravings for the REAL stuff.
Dinner was just lovely. Then, after doing the dishes and tidying up a bit I sat down with my heavily pregnant wife (who’s due any day now) and watched Scott Pilgrim vs The World, on DVD.
Now, I don’t think it’s giving the ending away to say Master Pilgrim wins. This is a fun, ‘feel cool’ film after all: it’s pacy, witty and has an awesome (kids don’t say that anymore, do they?) soundtrack. But looking through my YOLS colored glasses there was one scene I took particular note of.
The only time Scott Pilgrim (reluctant superhero in search of true
sex love) gets really angry is after he downs a couple of G & T’s (gin and tonics, kids). I thought it was an interesting choice (of both screenwriter, Michael Bacall, and writer/director, Edgar Wright). Perhaps it was only a coincidence alcohol fuelled Scotty’s rage, but then again—and given the hilarious, insightful scene with the sanctimonious Vegan super-villain—perhaps not?
Anywho, whether or not the brains behind the big-hearted SP vs TW meant to make a statement about how alcohol can sometimes enrage normally mild-mannered folk into violent crazy-folk is beside the point, which is…
This film rocks.
And that’s coming from a completely sober armchair critic.
Little Booze Joke 66:
A roadie walks into the bar and the barman hands him a numbered list of cocktails and says, “What’ll it be?” and the roadie says, “One Two.”