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If there is one movie that stands out for me amongst the multitude of movies that I have watched in my lifetime it has got to be "Jerry MaGuire". Yes I know, I know, I know what you thinking how could I be into a chick flick? The "you got me before you said hello" bit.  But I think its much more clever, it is actually a guy movie disguised as a chick flick.  How else would the director have got the chicks into the movie with the guys?  How do I know it's a guy movie? Ask any guy what he remembers of the movie, yes you got it "SHOW ME THE MONEY", now if I have ever heard a "guy" line, this is it.  To be honest this is just my excuse.  You see I quite enjoy the so called "chick flick", although I do have my limits. I definitely draw the line at stuff like "Sex in the City". But I have to say one of the best movies I have ever seen, and I have seen it about 20 times, has got to be the Godfather. It is the ultimate guy movi

It occurred  to me in this world of mobile phones, computers and the internet that the art of writing is dying.  How can this be possible where most of the information we seek is in the form of words? But is it really writing? Of course, you may say, for they give us the information we want, the knowledge we seek and surely that is sufficient! But do they move you? Do they stop and make you think? Do they change your perspective on life? I have come to love reading the classics where the wrier painstakingly built an image of a scene through words, not only describing the scene, but also the emotion evoked, and then carefully placing in it characters that either complement or contrast the scene. In my meager writings in these few blogs I have attempted, rather poorly, to do just that. To write words that not only paints a picture but moves the heart.  And even though, at times, it seems as though something may come of the words it always seems to elude. Looking out into the

How come when you late for an appointment you land up behind the slowest driver on the freeway while cars scream past on either side of you preventing you passing?  And if by some miracle you do manage to switch lanes the lane you switch too immediately slows down to such an extent that the slow driver, you had been trapped behind, passes you and disappears into the distance leaving you wondering how the heck did they manage it? Or when you get to the checkout queue at the super market and you strategically chose one that has the least amount of people in it and everything goes well till they get to the person in front of you.  And as you see the last item being rung up and start unpacking your trolley the person in front of you decides that this is the exact moment in time to cash in the coins that they have been collecting for the last decade to settle the bill.  And as logic dictates the process begins with the smallest denomination and you have to strongly resist the temptation