Last night we watched a film called Free Jimmy. I had never heard of this movie - it was one of those things that jump out at you from a shelf (just like the book I am reading called 'Video Night in Kathmandu' - the opening lines on the back of the book are 'Mohawk haircuts in Bali. In guanzhou - in the New China - a Buffeteria serving dishes called 'Yes Sir, Cheese my baby', 'A legitimate Beef' and 'Ike and Tuna Turner'......I'll let you know if the pages live up to the greatness on the back!) anyway - the film......it looked a little Pixar/Shrek like on the front, and that will always get the thumbs up to the Little Peter Pan element in me (I love Pixar). There was a big label on the front saying not suitable for children - and they'd be right. After watching it I am not so sure it was suitable for adults either but I had such high expectations at the start. Jimmy is a drug addicted circus performer that is getting old - it turns out that Jimmy is an elephant in the most pitiful Zoo that is being used as a place to hide drugs. The drugs are worth a million and are hidden inside the elephants butt. The animals are controlled by substances and Jimmy has a drug problem of mammoth (get it) proportions. He has to have uppers and downers to get him through his performance and just to get through the day - but Jimmy escapes (insert dramatic music) all the while there are a bunch of good for nothings trying to find Jimmy because they know how much his ass is worth - and there are some mafia after the good for nothings who in turn are all being chased by some Animal Liberation people. The end result if not as expected, Jimmy is shot by a forever weeping and wailing Animal Liberation Person and the hole in his butt means that through blood loss and the drugs hidden within seeping into his system he stumbles, falls down and bam he's dead....end of movie. The high hopes were quickly shed and I was left scratching my head.
The sun is shining and it's the last day of August - I am going to pop on my new overly sparkled bright blue trainers (don't ever say I don't have style) and go outside. Notting Hill carnival is on so whilst the masses scream, shout and pass out drunk - I am going to make the most of the quiet streets of um Crouch End.