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Thursday, December 11, 2003
For love, actually
It was a bit after five yesterday evening and me and my mum where walking down a central street in Athens, getting wet and discussing the prospect of going to the cinema on Friday, when she noticed we were walking past a cinema.
"Look! It's on in here. Let's go see it."
Now that's the sort of thing I'd expect from Rachel. I didn't really think my mum's that crazy.
"What time is it on?" she wanted to know.
I read the times on the poster out loud.
"Five twenty, eight something and eleven". Obviously it didn't say eight something but I can't remember what it said.
"And what's the time now?"
By that time I had started giggling, and I reached for my phone (I don't have a watch, since the dog chewed it and that must have been a ages ago because it's been a year since he run away, the hearltess little sod).
"Five twenty!"
I couldn't believe it.
So I started giggling and we bought tickets and walked in and bought popcorn and sat down.
And so it happened that I watched 'Love actually'.
When I told David this afternoon he said I'm lucky he's in too good a mood to go on about why it is a horrible film, and that was just as well. Because I have to say that not only did I not hate it, but I quite enjoyed it too. And I felt like crying throughout about half of it. Of course that doesn't mean anything because this is the same girl who wanted to cry through out a Bearsuit gig of all things. Oh and I must have said 'aww, London' at least fourty times and 'aww, England' another ten.
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