It's my birthday and I'll weep cakelessly in a corner if I want to.

A couple of apologies are in order I think. Firstly, for the misleading title seeing as it's not my actual birthday; that remains a closely guarded secret in case some of the more jovially minded amongst you might seek to ruin said day by congratulating me on being one step further down the inevitable road to a long nap in a wooden box. No, no folks actually Anger In A Man Suit is a full year old on the 25th (which may or may not be today depending on when you're reading this). It's been an interesting year over the course of which I have watched a fairly decent spread of decent movies and horrible toss.

Secondly, it may not have escaped your notice that I've been a touch absent of late. In fact I've spectacularly managed to miss three weeks worth of posts. I know I'm not on any sort of strict deadline here because literally nothing rides on these posts other than the occasional chuckle of a mostly anonymous and pretty niche readership (you lovely elite little set, you). In the spirit of full disclosure, I haven't really been feeling it of late, wasn't watching many movies at all, let alone blogworthy ones and was wondering if keeping this going was even worth the hassle. Turns out that the reason I wasn't feeling great was because unbeknownst to me at the time my internal organs were staging some sort of mutiny, led in chief by my pancreas who has decided in its infinite wisdom to stop functioning as it should and bestow upon me the ever-giving, blood-curdling, cake stealing disease of diabetes. Cheers pancreas, you dick.

It's not all bad and it certainly could be worse, but it's still an almighty ball-ache and especially so if you have any inkling at all about my relationship with doughnuts. I only have myself to blame if I'm honest so I'm certainly not looking for sympathy, but it does explain the general low state of mind and listlessness that has caused me to be both unenthusiastic  and super unproductive of late. My point is that now I'm pilled up to the eyeballs I feel much more inclined to get these blogs going again on a more regular basis. I'm probably going to go fortnightly for a bit so I can get back into the swing of things.

So apologies aside, some thanks are also in order. To all of you guys who've read these posts, shared or liked them on Facebook, liked the Facebook page, engaged in shenanigans on twitter, thank you.  For the single solitary comment, thank you. Everyone I've ever had a conversation about a movie with (good or bad), thank you. Every producer, director, scriptwriter or Hollywood mogul (sex pest or not) who had a stupid idea and committed it to celluloid, an especially big thank you; couldn't have done it without you. 

Most importantly though, a slightly soppy shout out to my awesome lady Amy who keeps me going even when I feel like jacking it all in and moving to cave in the hills, which this weekend has been roughly every 38 seconds. Love you.

Normal service will be resumed shortly.