I wish I could have been there but when it's Niagara down below it's not wise... The Police and News of the World say 750,000, everyone else says over a million. Which is pretty f***ing impressive. Especially if you add on all those people who would have marched if they had been physically up to it (me, my Mum), or not working (my fiancé, my brother), or presumably, also, people with, say, friend/family commitments.
Was able to take in Catch Me If You Can. I enjoyed it. It was far from intellectual, or thought provoking, but it was just as far from being dumbed-down. Leonardo di Caprio was surprisingly competent. Tom Hanks, predictably, rocked. As long as you don't demand challenging films, you could do a lot worse.
Made the mistake of visiting the Hand-in-Hand, staffed by Kevin the barman the Arsenal fan. He was well winding me up. But I have to concede him quote of the week. Just before last orders he was on the public side of the bar. I said, "Oi, you, get serving, I'm the customer."
"Okay, okay," he said, "I'll get there as quickly as I can. I'll do a Ryan Giggs and go over the bar." Boom Boom.
I haven't seen Renee this weekend, which is a Good Thing. Three weeks ago, she invited herself to our wedding and demanded to be the maid-of-honour. Two weeks ago, she said, "I know you don't like me but I love you, really." Last week, Jimmy was just about to get in the shower when he realised he had left his jacket in the pub. I went in to get it. Renee said, "I don't know where he is. I think he's gone down the road. He's gone pitter-patter." she was so disappointed when I said he was back at my house.
I only say this because Renee, Mick and Gearbox are fairly objectionable people, but it struck me that rather than letting them getting to me, I could just see them as blog-material and be more chilled when they're around.
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