Oh, Christ

Emily's been overly kind and gone and bought a Robin Hood DVD that my nephew's been nattering for since we last took him to the Tales of Robin Hood museum (which is no longer about because of the recession) in 2004. My brother and I have often bought other DVDs that interested him, but avoided that one because we'd rather not suffer nightmares involving anthropomorphic foxes after hours a day being subjected to such things.

This doesn't sound as bad as it is. Believe me, it'll be on all day every day, I know that, so me and my brother are pretty sad. My nephew is over the moon, however, which is nice for him, and I'm glad he's happy, but he doesn't realise how much we loathe the films he's played over and over. Best thing to do's to put up with it and think of England. With some luck, beneath the fluffy (and judging by the Amazon reviews, shoddy) exterior, there may be something complex and something that needs a bit of thought, but knowing animated anthropomorphic animals, there isn't.

In other news, the cat that I scalded died as a result of it's injuries.
I wonder how many people are going to believe that? The result of saying such a thing should be funny.