Mumbo Jumbo
June 30, 2006 at 1.20 pmMy horoscope for yesterday:
"Someone you first talk to for work reasons can become a life long friend. Your ruling planet, Neptune, is switched on by the moon and this gives you an air of mystery that will be a powerful love attractor. A talent for writing detective stories is well worth wroking on. Love texts at 6pm."
(from that quality newspaper, The Sun - I’m a Piscean, BTW)
I don’t get to talk to many new people at work, so I’ll pass on that one. As for my air of mystery, well, I don’t think that worked at all. And the 6pm txt? Well, the closest I got was from Adrian at 5.30pm. Yes, Adrian.
I’d best get writing that whodunnit, I suppose…
So, last night. After a hard day at the office, I turned up at Helen C’s place just after 8pm, and we walked down to the cinema at Parrs Wood. It was a nice walk, all very sunshiney, past the trendy folk of Didsbury and the trendy folk sitting outside The Didsbury. Found out that Fletcher Moss Park’s tennis courts looked very good indeed - proper nets, four of them, on a red grit sort of surface. Much better than Fog Lane’s newly-installed metal nets.
Anyway, we went to see Thank You For Smoking, which was pretty good. Walked her home afterwards, and that was that. Realised I had very little food at home, so grabbed a pizza on the way. Pepperoni and mushroom, for what it’s worth. It was while waiting for it to cook that I checked out my horoscope.
Thank You For Smoking
A very good film, really. Light-hearted entertainment, rather than the morally goody-goody one sided diatribe that part of me feared. If you’re looking for Michael Sodding Moore, step away - this was done primarily for laughs, with a little bit of making-you-think on the side.
Collection of review snippets here.
The basic premise is that there’s this bloke called Nick Naylor, right, who’s a high-flying tobacco lobbyist…and that’s about it. He goes on talk shows, he spins and spins and spins, but he’s actually a nice guy rather than some kind of monster. Any more would spoil it.
Oh, and by the way, it was the Marlboro Man, in the smoking room, with a packet of 20 Benson’s.
