Tasty Travelogues

Was watching this just a couple of days ago, safe in the comforts of NewK, on one of those rare days where work didn't quite make it on the last shuttle back home with me.

It's quite possibly the ultimate chic-flick, this one. Sure, it wasn't as good as the book - but hey, when was the last time someone found a movie adaptation better than the book, right? But it's one of those movies that make you wanna go out there, travel, feast on pasta and hopefully, stumble into someone who'd be silly enough to spend the rest of his life with you.

Notice I left out the bits about India from the movie. No offence to anyone who hails from the sub-continent, but it was quite honestly the least interesting bit of the movie. I have a nasty habit of fast forwarding the movie straight from the streets of Rome to the fields of Bali, ignoring the slums of Delhi quite completely. Awkward. But quite necessary.

Anyway, back on the topic. Everytime I watch this I do kinda wonder if someone would ever make a version of this with a handsome young bloke in the lead instead of ol' Julia. After all, soul searching can't be the sole preserve of women folk, right?

Well, as the saying goes...ask and ye shall receive:

Eat.Move.Learn. Not quite a movie. Just three short, tasty films made by Rick Mereki and Tim White. They are the scruffy looking blokes on the left and centre of this shot:

Don't ask me who they are, cos I haven't a clue. And don't really care. What I DO care about, rather unsurprisingly, is details on the bloke that featured on-screen on all three films.

Andrew Lees. That's the handsome looking specimen on the right. 26. Australian. Actor. Attended the National Institute of Dramatic Art (NIDA) from 2005 to 2007. Plays a role in a show called "Special Ops" Down Under. The bloke in uniform. Oh be still my beating heart.....*grin*

One wonders if he's single...and rather more importantly, which team he bats for.....

So much more to investigate. So little time. *guffaw*

Speaking of travel...in just a couple of days, yours truly will be heading to this little atoll in the Maldives:

Staying in this modest little hotel in the middle of nowhere:

Sipping Cosmopolitans by my own private pool, enjoying the passable view:

Hi Booker! *guffaw*

No meetings. No e-mail access. No Blackberry. No incessant phone calls from the office. No country to run. No Euro crisis to solve. No pesky coalition government to guide.

Can't. Bloody. Wait. *grin*

And no Mr. Cameron. You're not invited.
Neither are you, Mr. Clegg.

Do try your very best not to ruin the nation while one is on vacation! *guffaw*