Sunny in Brixton

It was scorchio again today so, of course, I went to a cinema that had no air conditioning. I booked the screening ages ago because it was a preview and there was a satellite Q&A with the director, producer and a special guest. Throughout the showing, we were given free water (it was very warm in there). I endured the heat for The Imposter, which is a chilling documentary - thought-provoking, but also funny in parts. At the end, I felt a great sense of sadness for the missing boy who "the imposter" impersonates. I won't say too much because there's a twist at the end that I didn't see coming, despite the story being one that's been in the news. The private investigator (who was the special guest at the Q&A) hopes that the film will bring new leads and they'll find Nicholas Barclay. He's convinced he knows what happened to him. As for the imposter, Frédéric Bourdin, I can't believe he's married with three kids. The director said that Frédéric has reviewed the film on YouTube despite not having seen it and hasn't been particularly nice to him, unsurprisingly. Nicholas Barclay's family have seen the film and they thought it was a fair portrayal of events.

Fred and I had a lovely walk home through Brockwell Park in the evening sunshine. We ate ice cream, sat on a bench, and watched various Londoners stripped to their bare essentials (tiny pants - in public!!) enjoying picnics, trying out handstands and cartwheels, reading books and dancing to Reggae. One particular bearded dog, called Archie, sniffed out folk with tupperware dinners, hoping to gain a morsel or two by just staring at them and looking cute.