Muggings, Feet, Camps and RAGE

As today's wondrous title suggests, I got mugged a fortnight ago. Bloody chavs surrounded Phil and I on the train and proceeded to prod our pockets and demand money.

But the joke was on them - neither of us had ANYTHING of value on our persons at all. This resulted in a very frustrated ober-Chav hitting me and shouting 'WHERE'S YER CASH?!!?!?!' rather loudly. He took my travelcard in the end, but can't use it as he didn't bother to nick my photocard.

Incidentally, there were three other people in the carriage - none of them did anything at all to help us. Oh, yes, the people of Britain are always willing to step in and aid their fellow commuters.

Anyhow, went on camp t'other day, ended up wrenching both my feet to bits - twisted both ankles and my left knee now gives way at regular intervals.

Also went to see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the RAGE. Good God - marginally better than the first two, but the acting really was sub par. Anakin and Padme's conversation sequences were terrible, and a friend of mine made an excellent observation when he said that everything Anakin said throughout the film should have been followed by 'Oh, I'm so full of anger and RAGE!'

Yoda, however, rocks.

Two and a half stars.