29th May, 2018
OK, OK, sue me: I’m not wearing a shirt.
But play fair: it’s late at night, I’ve just seen Verónica — the 2017 Netflix film, Verónica — and I’m feeling my age …
Oh …
And the shirt I was wearing, this afternoon, when I went into Brentwood High Street?
Got drenched.
Literally, drenched.
Frankly? I think I underestimated how long the predicted rain would last.
I thought it would last for about ten minutes.
Given my home town’s stayed as dry as a bone, whilst the rest of south east England had entertaining thunderstorms.
Today … ?
Today, a storm hit … whilst I was in the middle of it!
You have to love carrying home a baguette, whilst getting drenched on, don’t you … ?
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At any rate … ?
I got home … and managed to get myself dried out …
Did stuff around the flat …
Oh, ate the baguette, with ham …
After drying the thing out.
After drying the thing out.
And figured I should maybe be treating my self to a film.
I’ve not actually seen one for a while. And, while I’d love to check out Black Panther? The iTunes Store isn’t retailing it, just yet.
On the other hand … ?
I have an old friend, Faye: who’s quite good at recommending interesting foreign language horror films.
Or, at least? The two she’s suggested to me — Martyrs and Switchblade Romance — have been rather good.
So when she suggested the Spanish language, Paco Plaza* directed, Veronica?
The least I felt I could do was have a look.
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