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thanks to pickledginger for this link to fabulist's review of The Passion of the Christ - it's here.

just in case you're a Xian, I'll mention that it's not very, er, reverent.

a trip to the vet

we took the Midwich Kittens in to Judith this morning, so that they could be neutered. I *hate* the idea of them undergoing surgery - they're still so tiny - but needs must.

Judith is utterly smitten by them, and mused aloud on how well one would look with Josh, her lilac Burmese; and so we think it would be a kindness to take her the details of the breeder when we go and collect Lilith and Liessa, don't you?

we also popped Iggy in a basket and took him with us, as he has seemed not himself for the past few days. Glad we did - he has an abscess under his tail [ouch]. We told Judith that Iggy was unpillable, so she promptly proved us wrong by giving him an antibiotic with no problem, and then instructing us on how to do it.

I hold out little hope for our success, to be honest, but we can but try. If you see no further postings from self and perlmonger, you will know we have failed, and Iggy has bitten our fingers off.

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the Blue Nile are my absolute favourite band ever - only three albums in god knows how many years: A Walk Across the Rooftops (1983), Hats (1989), and Peace at Last in 1996. All of them jewels, little slices of perfection; on the four occasions I've seen them live (which is no mean feat, given that they only tour when an album is released and I only started listening to them in about 1994, thanks to jonhoneyball and spride), their stage sound is even better, an extraordinary aural tapestry that wraps around you.

since their last album was released in 1996 (I can't believe it is that long ago), rumours have abounded of record deals falling through, new ones being negotiated, and hordes of anxious Blue Nile fans have been waiting desperately for an album that we thought was recorded, and was just awaiting a decent deal.

and this afternoon I read this ... if it's to be believed, there's no new album, and there won't be. Paul Buchanan is ill, and doing very little.

I'm ... bereft.

Return from the Vet

the Midwich Kittens are home. They rushed into the kitchen as soon as they got back, and consumed huge quantities of fud.

Lilith seems fine - she's curled up with Esk behind my monitor; but Liessa is clearly quite rattled, and is following me round the house. If she loses sight of me, she makes her extraordinary little Nazgul cry. I just went for a bath, and she curled up beside the bathroom radiator - I had to sing to her so she knew I was there, else she cried.

poor little Ning ...

the bill was over £200 [scream], what with two spaying [midline], Iggy's consultation, and we got a load of Frontline too, ready for the spring infestation.