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| Fried egg & bacon. (Eaten in the company of my delicious goddaughter.) |
I saw
Page Eight -- the new David Hare film starring Billy Nighy -- at the Edinburgh Film Festival. It was glorious, though somewhat tainted by the verbally incontinent wenches in the row behind us. No amount of huffy, over-the shoulder glowering from my friend Susie and I would induce them to flaming well be quiet.
Why can't people manage to remain silent for two hours? I'm always amazed by people who find it necessary to commentate on absolutely everything. You're so much more likely to get lost in something if you're not jabbering away like parrot.
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