Diary of an Edinburgher

By LadyMarchmont

Missed bliportunity!

I had trouble coughing, laughing and getting up off the sofa yesterday evening. Muscles that have never been used before in my stomach were very sore. I must have been trying at Pilates on Monday! I didn't think I was, much. Must take it easy next week.

I have swimming tonight. I may have to use more muscles I didn't know I had. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Doesn't seem such a good idea now. Especially as they pointed out that the pool is not heated to normal swimming pool heat - it's for training, not recreation (ie freezing).

I had a wander up the Mile, and stood for a while and watched the folk passing this figure (Deacon Brodie himself). I just missed the best group, though. Four Japanese tourists, walking abreast, all in different colours, one with a face mask on, all looking sideways at him. I couldn't get my camera out fast enough! I waited for quite a while, but these are second best today. I do like the lady's colourful shoes.

I don't know why I did it, but I went to the new Woody Allen film set in Rome. I have hated every Woody Allen film since Annie Hall, which I liked. I could barely sit through this one. It will probably get rave reviews.

I find all his characters extremely annoying. Every character has a million lines to say in every scene - there is never any silence in Woody's films. But this one was especially grating, with an even more stupid than normal 'story' line or lines, as we follow several people and have to endure many toe-curlingly awful contrived scenarios, which are supposedly 'amusing'. Not.

Still, the sun was shining when I came out. Actually, it was shining when I went in. I should not have gone. It spoiled my day.

All through the trailers there were two old ladies talking very very loudly to each other. I was away from them, so couldn't hear what they were saying, but I think it might have been entertaining. They continued to talk loudly throughout the intro to the film, with a few people around them saying 'Shhh!', which they ignored, presumably because they were deaf. In fact, when the film started, someone shouted, 'Shut up you silly old ...' I didn't catch the last word, but it may not have been nice.

I think their dialogue would have been better than Woody Allen's.

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