I'm having an Argento season of my own!
I watched Terror At The Opera t'other night, and thought I'd follow it up with No Ho Sonno.
Which is Italian for I Can't Sleep Coz I gots Insomnia And Amnesia Coz I'm So Very Old.
Or Sleepless, as it's marketed in English speaking land.
I fell asleep just after Chief Inspector Ulysses copped it off the puppet dwarf. And he couldn't even be arsed to soar all through the galaxies in search of Earth, the lazy sod! And he didn't even have his female repellent robot sidekick Nono, to make it No Hoes, No No No Hoes, No No No Hos, No No There's A Limit To The Amount Of No Hoes For Nono And That Is Literally No Hoes.
or Sonnothing.
Anyhoo, for a film that's supposed to keep you awake all insomnia like, I ended up all fast asleepies!
That'll learn me for sitting through This Week in anticipation of an appearance of Miranda Green to perve over, I mean, take an interest in her debating of late night political chit chat...
(don't you mean debased mass debating, Xym?)
Of course not - there's nothing worse to cool one's ardour when the camera pans from the long legged lovely with the luscious locks to a sudden shot of Andrew Neil... or heaven forbid Alan Jizzstain or Michael "Choo Choo" Portaloo!
