Movie Re-creations and a Stalking Enquiry

So my gym induction didn’t happen. I arrived too late and they cancelled me and now who knows when the induction will take place and therefore who knows when the wearing of legging contraptions will go ahead. So I did it all for nothing. (That is a line from Dirty Dancing, which incidentally two friends and I watched at 1 in the morning on Saturday after having gotten ourselves just ever so slightly tipsy drinking wine, cocktails and bubbly stuff).

And while we’re on the subject of quality, watch-over-and-over films… Other weekend events include a friend telling me about her restaurant outing with her parents. Her dad was eating lobster and got bored of trying to get it out of its shell, so she decided to have a go and managed to skilfully recreate a scene from Pretty Woman. If you don’t know which scene by this stage, you need to summarily tuck your tail between your legs and re-watch PW in shame.

(But in order to be charitable to those of you who fall into this category (of clearly deprived childhood), the following scene ensued – said friend takes hold of lobster and in trying to get tasty morsels from it, the claw slips out of her hand, flies through the air and lands with an awkward thud on the next table, to disdainful looks from the waiter).

Hmmm… I appear to be telling other peoples’ stories. (But it was very funny).

So I went to evil starbucks last night as it was in a book shop which I wanted to use as a library and I bumped into a friend who I seem to bump into a lot in town – you know who you are. So it struck me that it’s slightly unusual that you are pretty much the only friend I bump into with such frequency – so listen, just tell me the truth – are you stalking me? I won’t be cross if you are. Honestly – I’ll just make a quick call to the police and they’ll take it from there…

P.S. – on a final note about great movies – anyone been watching “How do you Solve a Problem like Maria?” God it’s good – I’ve already made arrangements for a group viewing of the final. It so should have been me.