Right, so, to cut a long story short, I spent most of today thinking that my best friend was dead, because I over-analyse things. I think I dealt with it fairly well, to be honest. Turned out it was just a misunderstanding involving some Greek mythology.
I think it's best that I leave that story there; it's probably more fun if you fill in the gaps yourself. What about Greek mythology could possibly lead me to the conclusion that my friend had died?
In any case, I went down to London today. It's turning into a bit of a second home to be honest. I went to see Alan Bennett's new play at the National. I know, it's a play, nobody cares. Just because you live in "the arsehole of the world", doesn't mean you have to act like a pleb. I think it's important to find culture wherever you are, else we're back to laughing at farting.
It was a good play, to be honest, quite clever and such an unexpected laugh at the opening of the second act... well, I didn't see it coming. I don't think anybody did. We all came in after the interval and were greeted with... well, I won't spoil it, just in case there's a film or you happen to watch it. Tickets are going like wildfire; ours were really good, front row of the circle. We didn't exactly pay through the nose either, because it was a matinee.
So, 'The Habit of Art'... I'd have to give it 5 stars. A witty piece which, due to the nature of it, had to be superlatively acted. I'm sounding like a toff; I'm really not. Incidentally, my Conservative Party membership card came today.
I got home, was greeted with my dad's Thai Green Chicken Curry (I can do better) and went on to watch a film, Starter For 10.
I didn't like it (3 stars). They ruined a perfectly good story about University Challenge by making it a love story. University Challenge is a love story. Of course, the setting was nice, the 80s, though I wish they hadn't blathered on so much about Thatcher. I also didn't like the female lead; a little caustic.
James whatsisface did an alright job as the main character; it wasn't his job that the character wasn't written with any credibility. Another character without credibility was the idiot that Benedict Cumberbatch (everyone's favourite Sherlock Holmes until Guy Ritchie brings out another film) got to play. He was a little caricatured, though it's fortunate that B.C. pulls off caricature very well. He commands any scene he's in, though we'll see what happens when he goes American in the Whistleblower.
Not sure I'll see it, actually. Seems a bit... boring. One woman's struggle to bring down sex trafficking. Ethical and all that, but I'm not sure I have enough of a soul to waste two hours of my life pretending to care.
What I am going to be doing, is wasting my life learning stuff. University Challenge, Mastermind, I don't really care so long as it's BBC, primetime and I win. I don't mean next year, but one day.
P.S. Watched Lovely Bones the other day, 0 stars. Devastating.
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