Unto the Breach.

I’ve decided to throw caution to the wind and watch Ringu2 again (see earlier post.) I want to see whether the kid escapes the curse by copying the tape and passing it to somebody else. I’ve decided that:

If the TV mysteriously switches itself on I can always switch it off again.

If a Japanese woman in a long white dress and with long black hair covering her face climbs out of the TV (or monitor) screen, I can offer her a glass of 12-year-old malt and make my escape while she’s thinking ‘this sake has a bloody funny taste.’

If she ignores my hospitality and kills me instead, what the hell. We’ve all got to go some time and her modus operandi is mercifully quick.

Here goes. If you never hear more of me, pray for my soul.