SLUMDOG

Well – I eventually got to see Slumdog Millionaire at the cinema last night.  I am probably the last person on the planet not to have seen it already.  Loved it and adored the music.  Think the volume might have been too high though as my ears were ringing as I came out of the cinema.  Have I become even deafer?  I’m sure the hearing in my left ear is on a downward turn …

The New Husband and myself decided to see Slumdog about a week ago – this was a major minor decision.  We have never been to the cinema together for some reason, so off we trotted ready to sit in the back of the cinema and hold hands – aahhh, how sweet!  Don’t think I’m going to hold your stubby, clammy paws, He said. My paws are neither stubby nor clammy.   On the way to the cinema we thought we would just stop off for a quick snack at a very nice Moroccan restaurant; when we eventually finished supper, there was absolutely no reason to go to the cinema – or we could have sat in a bar glugging Belgian beer for an hour or so waiting for the next séance.  Home we come.  Two days later we repeat the experience BUT have food at home beforehand.  However, I have a disorganised Husband who is totally unaware of time.  Yup – we arrive at the cinema and the film has already started.  Starting to get a little cross about this non-event, I sweetly suggest we see something else.  Revolutionary Road it was with Kate Winslet et di Caprio.  Yuk, shades of Titanic.

Excellent.  Noir.  Value for money film.  Enjoyed it enormously.  One problem – we were a little late and the cinema was full – so we sat nine rows away from each other!  So the New Husband didn’t have to hold my stubby, sweaty paw!