Saturday night at the movies

Who cares what picture we see?

Well actually, it was Saturday morning, but whatever.

A went off in the early hours, having stoically refused a lift to the airport, so after taking my car to the garage for the third time to get something fixed (done this time, hurrah!) I took myself off to the Trafford Centre to see Music and Lyrics. A doesn't really enjoy the whole cinema thing (too many bad experiences with yoofs texting, talking and chewing their way through the main feature, I think), whereas I do. If I watch a film at home, I always have a nagging feeling that I ought to be doing something else at the same time - just to sit and watch seems very - wasteful. Consequently, I end up not fully concentrating on the film or my marking/planning/ironing (don't worry girls, that final one was a red herring, I can't remember the last time I ironed more than a top needed for work just before I need it...)

Anyway. If I go to the cinema, I actually watch the film all the way through. I can concentrate. I get to eat salted popcorn.

I. love.it.

So. A had promised he would take me to see it - he had seen a few clips of it on Top Gear when Hugh was the Star in the Reasonably Priced Car a few weeks ago and laughed, and he does like Drew Barrymore. I like silly RomComs and I thought it might be good for a punt. We were supposed to go last week, but my work took longer than I thought, so it didn't happen.

So I went this morning, (it's SOOO much cheaper before 12 midday!) and guess what - I really, really enjoyed it. Far more than I have done for any other RomCom for ages (probably since the Wedding Singer. Mmm. Drew Barrrymore and 80s music, seems to be a common theme...)

And I think I've finally fallen for Hugh Grant. I've never been one to swoon over floppy hair (reminds me of a torturous relationship from college), so I've never succumbed to Hugh's charms. But now, he's beginning to look a bit craggy... lived in, even. And he has very cute crow's feet.

So, Hugh, if you're reading this and you need someone to help you get over Jemima, my husband is away for the rest of the week...