Last night we went to the cinema. This isn’t usually worthy of mentioning in a post as it’s something we do regularly, two or three times a month – more if it appears there’s a lot of splendid looking films awaiting a watching [yes, we’re geeky film buffs and proud of it]. However, I’ve read some absolutely dire reviews for the film Lucky Number Slevin and I’d like to gush forth with a rectifying statement.
It has everything – humour, twists, violence, love, trust, betrayal, good-looking minor actors, retro walls, guns, gangsters, gambles, chess, quirks … and it’s fast paced.
Don’t believe all the reviews you read [unless they say it’s splendidly super].
There were three young American chaps in the queue ahead of us.
The first one paid with his credit card. The second one also paid with his credit card. The third one then paid with his credit card. At this point I was getting quite irked. Perhaps the concept of maybe one paying and the other two giving him the money is unheard of in other places. They were bantering with the divvy lady behind the counter, and one proclaimed, Hey wow, you know we don’t have that technology in America [cue counter girl giggle]. Hey, you may laugh but we really don’t, we’re really backward [I’m assuming he was talking about Chip & Pin because each of them was having to actually sign (sheesh, that’s so old fashioned)], so without thinking I just said, a bit too loudly, And obviously you’ve never heard of cash in America … and then felt quite guilty when the third American gave me an apologetic smile.
Despite being British I very much hate having to queue and will make others aware when they irk me. It’s about the only time I ever complain in public.
And then I sat in the cinema feeling quite small because at least 50% of the adverts were American, and three of the four film trailers were for American films. And the cinema is owned by a French company, or was. I then decided the American chaps were probably quite within their rights to make me wait an extra five minutes in the queue.
Of course, the really complex part of all this is that there were American chaps in ChavTown in the first place …
Wednesday is Bin Day in FlatHickTown. Yesterday the bin men left a collection card calendar with every bin. The back contains service guidelines. One of these is:
Please leave your bin out for collection with the lid shut. Bins with lids that are propped open with rubbish are difficult to empty as there is a health and safety danger of bin lids hitting the refuse collectors when they are handled. If your bin is too heavy to be emptied safely …
Now, when I was little bin men were rugged and admired for their strength and endurance. They actually had to come round the back of the house and carry the metal dustbin. Now they refuse to come further then the edge of your property and all they have to do is drag the plastic wheelie bin.
When did they become so feeble?
Thank you God, for giving me the willpower to shut up now xxx Elsabeth