In Sickness and in Health

A chest-infection in a foreign country is very rarely a good thing. Months of cold and snow and horrible things have left me feeling a little bad. Last friday I woke up in a coughing fit that hurt my chest something proper. Naturally of course, I have been sleeping, eating and drinking (orange juice, naturally) my way back to fitness! God only knows that everyone misses me at work, but still the comfort of their thoughts has only a limited impact on my self-absorbed brain. So, I have spent my time watching a lot of films and TV programmes. After six days of this I have reached one, beautiful, earth-shattering conclusion:

I am in love with Denzel Washington.

Seriously, I have watched a lot of this mans films over the past few days and I really have to say he is a fucking sexual actor. Seriously.

Whether it was as a right-evil bastard in Training Day, a bastard of a hostage negotiator in Inside Man, or just a downright drunken bastard in Man on Fire Denzel is the man to call when the shit goes down. Oh and I watched American Gangster and Malcolm X, too.

I also watched pretty much every episode of Only Fools and Horses, the (relatively) new series of Peep Show, Romper Stomper, Tropic Thunder and a whole host of other random shit. I hate being stuck inside.

Oh Denzel, when will you come rock my world with some shit blowing up?