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I don’t like to tell Northern Ireland that orange is no longer my favourite colour, but I’d prefer sky blue from now on if that’s ok? But I am not complaining. Thanks for this continued effort in celebrating my birthday and yah boo sucks to the people who don't like it. Killjoys.
Catie and me had a casual day off, with only vague plans of what we were going to do. We headed to Kings Cross to have a late brunch/early lunch/very late breakfast at Dishoom and then made the decision to go to the nearby Everyman cinema, which is a very cool place with sofas instead of seats and waiter service. The only film where the timings worked was the new Indiana Jones, but I quite wanted to see that. The website said it was on the Silver Screen, but I couldn't find out what that meant on the website. When we got to the cinema we discovered that it was a special screening for patrons of pensioner age, where the lighting would be different and the film would have subtitles. Luckily we both found this an amusing accident for my 56th birthday. It's only just a joke though. I am rapidly approaching that age and prefer to have the subtitles on when watching TV, so didn't mind at all.
It turned out that the subtitles weren't on after all, but there were only 5 other people in the screening, so maybe they'd all said they didn't need them.
I thought the film started well, if you could get over Harrison Ford's occasionally weird computer generated young face, but there was too many crazy chases and jumping between vehicles and not enough witty dialogue and Fleabag didn't even do any Fleabagging. They should have put one in for the fans. I fell asleep for a little bit, but I am sure that's the norm at silver screenings and to be honest a day time nap was the ultimate birthday gift for me. It was only maybe five minutes, but it was bliss.
The ending is crazy of course, but my memory is that film 4 was similarly fanciful, but I can't really remember for sure. I have tried to obliterate that from my memory and Catie, who also saw it, didn't remember the details that I told her. At least Indy's son is dead, which is a big relief to everyone. They didn't have to kill him. It has a real "Poochie died on his way back to his home planet" vibe.
We had a really cracking day and resolved to have a daytime date every couple of weeks. But we resolve that every time we do this and never manage it. Some people who work in showbiz seem to spend a lot of their daytimes at Wimbledon or Ascot or on holiday with other celebrities. I am not sure how they manage it, especially the ones who are writers, because that leaves you no spare time.
I have been dumb enough to choose a job where you can stay in bed all day if you want, but chosen to work it like a job that you can never clock off from. Or sit around trying to work, but failing and doing nothing at all. Maybe the wisdom that comes with being 56 will convince me to work less and go out and enjoy life more. The little I have left.
Thanks for the lovely birthday wishes.
