Can I make a confession, here … ?
Or, at least, be frank … ?
I mentioned, this morning, that I’d managed to sleep through my alarm.
There’s a reason for that.
Myself and Movie Night Adrian were watching a film, last night, and I was up a touch later than I maybe should have been, bookmarking some of the more immediately relevant pages.
Ones I wanted to add to this post, to help clarify — hopefully — what I’m going to say.
The film we saw … ?
Was the Gary Fleder directed, Scott Rosenberg penned, Things To Do In Denver, When You’re Dead.
Something that both I and Adrian agreed made Pulp Fiction look hopelessly overrated … !
No, seriously … !!
Ahem …
I think I’d better calm down and tell you about this, hadn’t I … ?
Before I fill this post up with needless dots … … … …
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