Films of the week!

This week's films were 'A History of my Sexual failures' and 'Kung Fu Panda', both of which I can hotly recommend.

Chris Waitts is not a likeable chap. He's the typical lazy boy we all know somewhere; still dresses like he did at uni, drags his feet across the place, and still seems surprised when people take exception to his disorganised attitude as messy and useless rather than cute. He's had tens, maybe hundreds of girlfriends, trading on his cute, dishevelled looks on duping a girl to think he's he's an easy, low-maintenance guy, a surf bum with easy dreams and easy pleasures. It's only once they're involved that they realise Chris is a guy so chronically lazy that they are faced with moping up after him wherever he goes. He kisses mums, calls women fat and makes no effort in bed but does so with no intentional malice, just with an intention of self-comfort. All this doesnt sound like the best premise for a film, but in fact it is. Seeing Chris get his comeupance and having his lack of democracy explained to him is gratifying to any girl who's dated a hopeless dreamer. The kind who makes you feel like the loser when you are forced to dump him through his lack of energy and effort, it all leaves you feeling smug and happy to be free. Ha!

A panda who does Kung Fu is not a natural union of nature and sport, but Jack Black is the only creature capable of voicing such a doomed creature. Kung Fu Panda is Pixar's latest, and delighted the audience of under twelves, but it didn't do too bad for the over twelves either. However there is a small modicum of guilt given to the fact that most of my laughter was based around the fat jokes bouncing off our panda's rotund middle. I have since decided to cultivate my own bouncing middle, and doing a very fine job of it. So far I have been aided by prawn crackers, lasagne, rice crispy cakes and vodka and cranberry- a perfectly healthy diet.

So I'm starting to get a bit disenchanted with the music industry, and since I'm in it that's not a good thing.

It's just all so haphazzard, these little bands being managed by their dad or their postman, while I'm trying to do a good job. And thanks to the bands my boss dishes out, the music is usually atrocious, with a few exceptions.

At one of my previous firms I was there 3 months and brought in 2 bands, but at my current firm, after a year, I still haven't brought in anything, largely becuase my boss won't let me out of the office to meet with a band unless she is there. It's not our company, its hers. We're not a team, its her with some lemmings in the corner.

Anyway, lets not get personal. The music industry is collapsing around my ears and I'm starting to get a bit fed up. I have no idea how you judge if music is good and no way of quantifying it. Why is commercial music bad for example? Beyonce makes some good tunes yet because its a team of people behind her rather than an individual effort it is censured. Ok, I'm not going to buy the album, but it seems a little unfair she gets critcally slated while people think One Night Only are good.

And Beyonce has a huge marketing budget, which probably helps.