Alan lubin lets the toy decide

Given yesterdays relevalation, I am now approaching the Unazukin choice from a slightly different angle. From this moment on I will now be choosing one thing that I want to do and one thing I don’t. It sounds simple enough but for some reason I’m finding it really hard to do. There must be an oddly masochistic part of me that somehow ensures that no matter how hard I try I can only think of things that I really don’t want to do. It’s no wonder that when left to my own devices I ended up choosing beween pointless trips to either Wales or Scotland. Not that I have anything against either of those fine countries - i’d happily spend time in each of them - however a day return by rail to either of them from the South East of England is not something that anyone but the most hardened trainspotter would want to endure.

I’m getting on pretty well with AG at the moment and therefore my choices are limited further to: a) something i want to do - that won’t upset AG. or b) something i don’t want to do that won’t upset AG. And despite making some cash on the gambling scam I am still out of pocket for the lobster and the day trip, so something that doesn’t cost the earth would also be a bonus.

Luckily for me I received an email from Don Ludvig who suggested something that would fit the bill. He suggest I let Unazukin choose between a movie that I want to watch and one that I don’t want to watch. That was simple enough and cheap - and ought not have to much fallout.

I was perfectly fair. I offered Una the choice between Ghostbusters (which is the best film of all time - more on that later) and Brokeback Mountain which I would happily pluck out my own eyeballs rather than be forced witness for a second time. I watched it after constant pestering from AG and it probably ranks amongst the dullest moments in my entire life. What an emotional rollercoaster of a film that was, watching two charmless monosyllabic hicks fumbling around with each other in between watching sheep and eating baked beans. Was it really only two and a half hours? Because it felt like two solid days.

For obvious reasons I never told AG that there was a choice and was sooo relieved when Unazukin, fresh from embarrassing herself on a worldwide stage with her incorrect world cup final prediction, redeemed herself by picking what was blatenly the right option.

Ghostbusters. Here follows an homage to my favourite film and my favourite toy. Ok I know it’s not quite up to the standard of some of the others that have been uploaded onto the Unazukin Battle but hey - it’s the best I can do.

And so, for the umpteenth time I watched Ghostbusters. There is no amount of depression that cannot be cured by simply plugging in some huge speakers, sticking Ghostbusters on the DVD and cranking it out with the volume set to 11. Ghostbusters is the best film of all time. And before you say anything - I know a little bit about films. I studied Film and Fine Art at Uni and have learned to appreciate the flawless majesty of “Citizen Kane”. I have admired the surrealistic dreamlike qualities of “Un Chien Andalou” and have dissected Eisensteins stunning montage “Battleship Potemkin” in minute detail. However - none of these films is fit to lace Ghostbusters boots - Fact.

You were expecting me to justify that bold statement weren’t you? Well I won’t. Somethings are just so.

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