My favourite movie of the year, I think, was The Homesman, a 'feminist western' starring and directed by Tommy Lee Jones. Ever since my friend Paul Francis pointed me in the direction of The Executoner's Song, back in 1982, Jones has been an actor whom I rate very highly. He's at his very best in 'No Country for Old Men'. And as a director he made 'The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada', which is terrific. Watch a great trailer and the worst/best promotional interview ever for The Homesman - I'm glad I don't have to interview Tommy Lee Jones! Hilary Swank's brilliant performance in The Homesman shouldn't go un-remarked, another actor who is consistently top notch. Anyway, the point of this post, is that throughout the year I've changed the pose of this Artists Mannequin to reflect my mood. And in this pose, she/he is mimicking Tommy Lee Jones' drunken dance in The Homesman. The photo also shows Lotte's mutant aloe, which threatens to take over the house in a triffid like expansion. And a rubber ducks. A very special rubber duck which spent a year in the custody of the military police at Faslane nuclear submarine base in Scotland. We'd been helpfully trying to replace Trident with rubber ducks at a fraction of the projected cost to the tax payer of the government's insane scheme, when police arrested us and impounded our ducks, along with our kayak. When we finally managed to spring this duck, it surprised us and the military police by quacking. Yes, really. In the morning light our dusty old window sill with its clutter of movement and memories is a daily pleasure that I sometime forget to fully enjoy.
I am he as you are he as you are me, and we are all together
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