Saturday, July 22, 2006
It is now Saturday, the sixth day of the week, and I have still not managed to accomplish the very simple act of going to the cinema. I always leave it too late in the day and then I have to go to work - if I don't get to the movies by four o'clock then it is foutu, as the French say. I was on the way to watch Tsotsi, the Oscar-winning South African film on Wednesday but I passed a sports shop and, needing a clamp for my bicycle saddle, I gambled on the queue not being too long inside. Bad gamble. I might go watch it today. Some people would question the need to go to the movies in this weather, but there really is no accounting for tastes.
Labels: Existential angst