holy months gone past batman. anyway, who better to bring me back into the blogging fold than fabio, god amongst men.

(George Clooney) was drunk and thought people were taking pictures of him. So I went to the table and explained to him that we were having a charity dinner and I said, ‘You’re more than welcome to come to my table and see if there was a picture of you.’ I apologised and he started being rude so I put him in his place. After I put him in his place - you know I’m three times his size - he got a little scared. I went back to my table and as soon as I sit down he paid his bill, got up and he started insulting the girls. He called the women names. At that point I lost my temper. I went after him and he ran out of the restaurant. You have to be a low-class, scumbag to start calling a woman a name. If you’re a man, you should never. You should be a gentleman. These women were with me and as a man I defend them. He was lucky he ran out of the restaurant. He’s not even half a man

Ingmar Bergman is dead.

He did have a long, full life and leaves behind a body of work that captivated and influenced millions, which is as much as anyone can ask for from a life. But still, it is sad. There is no one left like him.

Thanks for the good times Ingmar.

“freak accident” or evil after all?