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Looking for something to watch over the weekend, I picked up a copy of the first Twilight video for a fiver out of Tesco. After all, we’ve been subjected to the whole ‘New Moon’ ad campaign having never seen the first, so it seemed like a good idea. Rachel and I fairly enjoyed it, which probably wasn’t much of a surprise since we were both ‘Buffy’ fans in our relative youth. It while it may have been geared to a younger market, I’ve always been interested in the whole Nosferatu/vampire legends even as a kid. Which was probably the real reason I wanted to see it. Something’s been nagging me about the whole saga. The new ads show a wolf squaring up to a vampire. Yet from my recollection of books and comics like Scream, a vampire could take on four forms - undead human, bat, mist and wolf. Now unless a Christmas visit from niece/nephews requires a visit to see the new film at the cinema, it’s a question that’s going to bug me for a while yet. But it’s hardly festive viewing. Is it?

Looking for something to watch over the weekend, I picked up a copy of the first Twilight video for a fiver out of Tesco.

After all, we’ve been subjected to the whole ‘New Moon’ ad campaign having never seen the first, so it seemed like a good idea.

Rachel and I fairly enjoyed it, which probably wasn’t much of a surprise since we were both ‘Buffy’ fans in our relative youth.

It while it may have been geared to a younger market, I’ve always been interested in the whole Nosferatu/vampire legends even as a kid.

Which was probably the real reason I wanted to see it. Something’s been nagging me about the whole saga.

The new ads show a wolf squaring up to a vampire.

Yet from my recollection of books and comics like Scream, a vampire could take on four forms - undead human, bat, mist and wolf.

Now unless a Christmas visit from niece/nephews requires a visit to see the new film at the cinema, it’s a question that’s going to bug me for a while yet.

But it’s hardly festive viewing. Is it?

Guess who I bump-ed into

There I was standing looking at some potential reading material on a stand at an event in Edinburgh today when I felt someone graze gently past me.

Turning round to offer a polite apology, I was taken aback to find an old friend staring back at me, looking all glowingly lovely with a bump that told me she is just six weeks away from having a baby.

The prospect of a Christmas birth was something we spoke about briefly.

But in truth my head was still trying to compute the surprise not just of seeing an old drinking buddy of mine whom I had enjoyed some crazy parties abroad with, now pregnant, but in the unlikely confines of a baby and bump fair.

For those who haven’t been to one before, it is full of smiling women who look upon you as an expectant father with pity, ignore you, and try to persuade mum to be that she really has to have whatever they are trying to sell.

You can get everything from silver plated finger prints of your new born to financial planning from nursery to buying their first homes. My favourite was the tiger striped real nappies. If you like that sort of thing.

We left with none of the above, and I’m pretty sure my friend wouldn’t have either.

But I might just sneak back for a cool looking wee hat for when her bairn is born, no matter which side of Dec 25 the finally arrive.

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