Die Hard 4.0 is the dog’s bollocks. I went to see a late-night showing of it last night with Sam S, his girlfriend, his brother and one of his brother’s mates - and all of us were left buzzing afterwards.

The hacking element of the narrative was handled very well - no dodgy user interfaces with obvious buttons to be clicked, or obvious passwords guessed.

The action sequences were amazing. The references to the previous films excited muchly. And Kevin Smith was excellent in it, even gaining a clever credit of “Sith” in the title sequence. Jammy git.

This is definitely on par with the other films. Bruce Willis is still the man.

The start of my day was a bit rubbish, but it dramatically picked up when I saw Lisa this evening. I treated us both to an Indian - the full works (as in curry etc, not a sex slave) - to celebrate our joint successes of late, which was followed by the Doctor Who series finale and then a late screening of TMNT.

Doctor Who was excellent, with a really nice twist at the end that I doubt anyone saw coming. I have particularly enjoyed looking out for all the Star Wars influences in these last three eps too. (Darth Maul, the Death-Star-looking Toclafane balls, Jedi mind tricks with the Sonic Screwdriver, lightsaber-&-blaster-looking ‘rays’, lightsaber-hilt- &-blade-looking Laser Screwdriver, Jedi funeral scene et cetera.) And thankfully the series picked up after a handful of weak episodes.

TMNT on the other hand was really disappointing. The trailer looked superb but we got dead bored watching the full film. A good thing we were in such fine company, eh?

I finally got around to seeing Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End last night. Well, all but the last half-hour or so as the projector broke. Typical.

I’d have seen it sooner to raise my spirits between projects, but I agreed last year to wait and see it with Katherine McK. having seen Dead Man’s Chest with her. Only, she decided to watch it without me a few weeks back being the girl she is. And a ginger one at that. So I instead went with Sam S. and his ladyfriend, Kate last night.

Elliot S, who definitely didn’t want to come and see the film on Thursday when we were originally going to see it - because he’d already seen it, decided he’d come along after all. So the four of us made our merry way down to Greenwich for a night of swashbuckling action.

What I saw of the film was really good, though it started very slowly - it should’ve started just before Jack Sparrow was first seen in Davey Jones’ Locker.

’twas a really fun night. With many thanks to Sam for picking me up & bringing me home again.

Lisa and I caught an advanced screening of Shrek the Third tonight after the penultimate episode of this series of Doccie Who.

The episode was really good - John Simm’s performance was amazing. The resolution to last week’s cliffhanger was a bit poo, mind.

Shrek the Third was far better than I thought it’d be - having been quite disappointed by Shrek 2.

What with having a wonderful family, some fantastic friends, an absolutely perfect girlfriend - whom I get to spend such blissful time with - AND landing myself that dream job at Paramount Comedy, life is sweet.

My interview at Paramount Comedy this morning could not have gone better. Well, getting there could’ve done - the Transport for London website is possibly the most unreliable website I have ever encountered. But enough of that, the interview-proper went excellently.

My favourite answer was probably to the question: “In one sentence, why are you the best man for the job?” - to which I responded: “I am a confident, competent worker, with a good sense of humour and generally… a… nice… chap.”

My video work (including my completed Major 2 and previews of my Major 1 and Negotiated Group projects - which my tutors haven’t even seen yet) went down a treat. And until I stated otherwise the DVD covers I took to demonstrate my print skills were thought to be the genuine articles that I’d simply ‘brought along’. Perfik.

The rest of the day has seen me keying out footage for my Negotiated Group project. Looks pretty damn good if you ask me. And even if you don’t - which you probably won’t.

There, I’ve gone and answered that tree-falling-over-in-the-woods -being-heard-question now. It’s just not right. Not right at all.

Not a mean feat in anyone’s book. But vaguely amusing in mine.

I wasnee expecting the just-over-£500 profit we made from today’s jumble sale at Racodac. Nay indeed. Fair enough one man’s rubbish and all that. But such a high amount from selling donated clutter was quite a surprise.

I managed to purchase one of the better items of the day: one of those 3d pin art sculpture things. I’ve wanted one for years, if only to make an imprint of my nob. But small matters aside, it turned out to be quite a fun day. And rather tiring for those of us who actually, you know, put some effort into it.

Today was landmark, for I saw close friend Daisy C. for the first time in three years - having been reduced to electronic-only contact since university commenced in 2004. My hadn’t she grown. Well, she hadn’t actually. But we had a fine day regardless - endless catching up in a beautiful woodland/park type place with a myriad of smiles & laughter throughout.

Slight awkwardness would’ve been understandable despite our frequent contact - purely because three years is a long time. But there was no awkwardness or bumbling communication whatsoever - it felt more like an extended weekend away than three years. Everything flowed effortlessly.

I’m very much hoping it won’t take three years until the next time.

Next time, Gadget - next time! Mwaaaah.