vindice

Friday night, dinner at the Hard Rock and a late showing of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I won't give you the full review because I KNOW that you are ALL GOING TO SEE IT. and anyway, I can't possibly explain to you just HOW FUNNY IT IS, even if I wanted to. Let me only say that it is very clearly the finest film of the entire year thus far, and apart from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire I anticipate no great shakes in the competition for the rest of the year either. At work, I have been informing all of those colleagues who've been saying 'oh but my mate says it's craaap' that these people are WRONG. And Mr Depp has never looked so good as when playing a gender-indistinct transatlantic chocolatier. Just one or two things: it can't be accidental that they made the outside of the chocolate factory look so like a Nazi concentration camp. Can anyone tell me why they did this, as it did make me wonder just what Charlie was buying into?

Saturday: Maman visiting Birmingham, which meant heading to a much-quieter-since-recent-bombscares Bullring. Lunch was: red wine and a big pot of creamy mussels at Cafe Rouge. They didn't provide me with a spoon so I slurped up the sauce out of halved mussel shells. Purchases were: some little brown shoes from Kurt Geiger (and hey, I didn't know there was an Agent Provocateur in Selfridges! My mum didn't want to buy me anything from there, though.), some frilly cream top thing - and a diamante-studded metal belt that I can't even describe so I'll post a picture on another day.

Next weekend is: going back up to the Shire with carmady, a wedding, giving a good friend her birthday and last year's Christmas present, and pestering my wee kitten-cat until she curses me.