Speaking of upcoming Cambridge visit, I still have no plans at all for this Friday or Saturday daytime. Anyone? Anything?
Film last night was...good more for the reasons I went than for the reasons one should think a film is good. I'm not worried about spoilering for anyone, since the posters say "swearing and violence" on them; but boy, they really don't lie. More swearing than felt entirely natural, and more violence (of a particularly English kind) than I was comfortable with watching. But Luke Goss rocks hard (except for the moments, which I defy you not to have, where one says to oneself "Bloody hell, it's Luke Goss!") and is convincing enough that I paid little or no intellectual attention to the film because I was so busy going "Meep...accent...suit...violence...thud.
I may still be doing that a little. ~s~
I had very weird nightmares last night. It was like a vegetarian retelling of Little Shop Of Horrors - this family had got landed with a sentient plant and mistakenly fed it aubergine, which made it grow and menace their children and things. But really all it wanted was more aubergine.
I fear my subconscious.