I love my fellow blogthren. This is perhaps an uncharacteristic show of feeling — and I'll try not to mention a single movie while I'm at it — but there wouldn't be much point to this whole business if the people checking out this blog weren't such a thoroughly remarkable and, frankly, adorable bunch. I'd like, firstly, to thank the three pints of Kronenberg I just had down the street. I'd like to thank Nick, without whom this thing would simply not exist, and who is, as well as an unimprovable human being in just about every respect, my favourite thinker and writer, on films, books, and the whole thing, in the English language. Literally. I'd like to thank Webloge, who knows who she is (which is more than I do) and puts up with all manner of flatmate shit that would send most people screaming out into the London night. I'd like to thank Nat R for being so thoroughly generous with his time and wit, linking over to me from his genuinely stellar site, and all sorts of things. I'd like to thank David S for keeping at it and never being too shy to stick up for his opinions, which literally worry me coming from someone of his modest age: how've you seen all this stuff? Damion for having a terrific blog I fail to check out nearly as often as I should do, par 3182 for being the most brilliant ironist in the smallest space, Dr S for being so obviously marvellous (and 30 today! or is it yesterday already?), ginger for taking such articulate and thoughtful interest in everything I blog about, and all you relative newcomers like ali and goran and javierag and (hey!) mylo. And anyone else I've forgotten in my half-pissed state. Sorry! You all rock. I've no idea where this came from, but you still rock.
See Junebug, by the way.