I’m currently on holiday in Spain and it’s lovely to get away from rainy old London. If there’s one thing I miss about not living in L.A anymore it’s the constant warm weather and sunshine. Being here in this boiling little village is making me nostalgic for the sun-baked Hollywood hills all over again.
But there’s one little person who isn’t really enjoying the heat, and that’s Astala. He’s four months old now and getting bigger by the minute! At 17lbs he’s a big, tall baby and making my arms ache carrying him down to the beach, but his chubby little legs are so cute and that I can’t stop cuddling him either way, so I guess its a win win situation for both of us!
It’s 40 degrees here and Astala just lies on a sun lounger in the shade with the funniest expression on his face, a sort of half-asleep zombie trance kind of look. I think it’s all a bit too much for him, though he occasionally breaks into random giggles if he sees Pixie’s tiny chihuahua puppy Buster Sniff running around insanely, soaking wet after falling into the pool for the ninetieth time that day.
It’s always great coming here each year, as my family have since I was a baby, and seeing the close friends who I grew up with here who also return every summer, and how their lives have changed. Coming here with a baby and fiancé this year, my life seems to have altered the most. I feel like an old granny when I fall asleep at 8pm, exhausted from the baby’s 6am daily wake up call. Or when I walk in on my 16-year-old sister Tiger still asleep in bed at 3pm, having partied with her friends here all night long.
Before flying out here, Tom and I went to the Dark Knight Rises premiere. It’s had mixed reviews but we both really enjoyed it, though maybe we liked it more because it meant a few hours out past 7pm! In all seriousness though, I thought it was a perfect climax to Christopher Nolan’s dark, ambitious trilogy. Nolan pretty much saved Batman from becoming associated forever with ludicrously terrible spin off movies, and turned a tired comic book franchise around into something that has now transcended the genre and turned it into something very special.
With its heavily political agenda, Dark Knight Rises was at risk of being boring and clunky, but is saved by a great script and an even better cast. As expected from a Nolan movie, the set pieces are suitably extravagant and used to great effect in some truly jaw dropping scenes of Gotham city’s destruction at the hands of mercenaries. There are some glaringly obvious problems with this movie that just weren’t there at all in the far superior second film – it’s overlong and by the end of the movie my bum was well and truly numb and I felt physically drained by it.
The most bizarre and annoying issue of all though is Tom Hardy, in my opinion one of the best actors around, who is so wasted in his role as Bane. The totally unnecessary mask he wears covers most of his face and renders any emotion completely indistinguishable, and anything he says sounds muffled to the point of inaudibility. Also, Christian Bale’s Batman voice is ludicrous, a sort of ‘trying and failing to be sexy’ half-whisper, and was unintentionally funny at key moments. Aside from that, it was a suitably epic ending to a brilliant set of films.
Wedding wise I recently chose the flowers. I wanted them to look like the sort of flowers that bloom randomly in fields or at the side of roads, wild and not overdone. I also chose some floral wreaths for the bridesmaids hair, and a collar adorned with flowers for my dog Parpy so he wasn’t left out! A reporter asked me recently if my dad was going to play my wedding. Of course he’s not going to! I don’t understand why people would assume that he would, though to be honest the reporter probably got forced to ask me by his boss. It’s the sort of inane question tabloids love to ask even if they already know the answer. If my dad played at my wedding I think everyone would find it massively uncomfortable, can you get more cheesy than your father serenading you and your husband with a medley of his greatest hits? I’d have nightmares forever!
Tom and I are enjoying the time we have before we become husband and wife, but both of us are so excited about how close the wedding is now. Tom told me he had a dream the other night that we got married on a boat that was attached to our dog’s collar and then flew us to Mars to live there. I wonder what that even means?!