Ignore your instincts

An attractive redhead and I were the only critics who reported for the showing of "Inkheart". Worried it might seem weird if I sat too near her when there were so many spare seats, I occupied the diagonally opposite corner of the theatrette. In hindsight, that may've seemed weirder. Over-thinking again. "Inkheart" is above average - an ode to the transportive power of the printed word, specifically fantasy adventures, with picturesque Italian scenery and a wonderfully flawed character called Dustfinger.


Listening: "The Autobiography Of Supertramp" (1986 compilation).

Decreeing: That jerks who drop gum on the ground be reincarnated as bugs that stray within range of a hungry chameleon's tongue.