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Feature: The Top Five Movie Bromances

Posted in Comics, Movies, Thoughts, Trailer with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2012 by Bjorn Grainger

Ah, Valentine’s Day. The one day a year in which we get to celebrate love in all its forms, huff and puff loudly at the crass commercialisation of a martyred saint, or, you know, do the sex. Whatever your view, we can all agree it’s a great excuse to roll out silly feature, so The Shootening is taking a look at the greatest love of all – The bromance. We’ve all heard the saying – Bros before females (no sexist/misogynist language here, please), but what of those poor unfortunate types who know not what this love is? Well, don’t worry we have the top five examples neatly listed for you below.

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Love Is In The Air…

Posted in Thoughts with tags , , , , on May 11, 2006 by Bjorn Grainger

(This blog was originally written on Myspace)

It could be the time of year. Spring has well and truly sprung, nature has leapt into life. The trees are green, the flowers in blossom, and I feel as though I could fall desperately in love with the next person who shows any interest in me. Heck, sometimes it doesn’t even take that…

It was a few weeks ago, a cool but bright sunday morning, and I was at work (when am I not?) watching the world pass by. A car pulled up outside and out stepped one of the most stunningly beautiful girl-types I’ve ever had the fortune to gaze upon. She looked like mix between Neve Campbell and Billie Piper (who I’m not usually into, but this time…) and was dressed in a dark top and jeans, revealing the smallest hint of olive skin. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail with strands framing her face and falling into her big brown eyes. And as if she wasn’t a perfect specimen of loveliness already, i spied a piercing in her bottom lip which sealed the deal. Well, for me, anyway.

She walked over to the counter where I was standing, her head tilted forward/down slightly, looking up through the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes (you know, the look that all men find totally irresistable), gave a polite smile and asked in a soft welsh accent “Is there a minimum you have to spend to use a debit card?”. “Yes” I replied “You have to spend 5 pounds”. With that she gave another smile, brushed some hair from her eye behind her ear, turned around and left, never for me to gaze upon again.