I will get these chest pains checked out soon. They're not good. But, yeah, it doesn't help to see what they're doing to the Cluedo board (that's what we call the board game Clue - not sure why they added the 'do'). Should I care? Probably not. It's been about fifteen years since I last played the game.
Maybe it's that, as I get older, I feel the earlier parts of my life slip away into unexistence (is that a word?). Before long, everything that was normal to me will be gone and I'll be redundant and the next to go. Unless this heart attack kills me a lot sooner, that is.
But Russell Crowe playing Bill Hicks in a movie? Now that is heart attack inducing stuff. Poxy pain in the ass, slighty-twisted-face Russell Crowe? Playing the late great should-have-been-a-messiah Bill Hicks? That's just wrong. It's just wrong.
Russell Crowe never should have made it past that awful futuristic film he was in with Denzel Washington.
I'm not usually one for YouTube linkage but this calls for a Bill Hicks clip. It's not a funny clip, there are plenty of those all over. No, this one is a message - a message of hope. He always came across as angry and pissed off at the world but it seems to me that was only because he believed we were capable of so much. He was hope.
Not Bob Hope, of course.