"You look like a radioactive tampon..."

When I'd walked past a little bit earlier the big screen in Festival Square had been playing Tom Jones at Glastonbury. I assume that's what this pair were grinning/gaping at. Is it a sign of awareness of changing fashion or his changing age that he was wearing a noticeably untucked shirt? I've only just realised what it was that was noticeably different: he had grey hair and a grey beard. Even with his leathery brown skin it looks significantly more realistic than dying it.

No films this morning, despite the temptation to try and load up on a few more on the Best of the Fest day out of the few not already seen getting a repeat airing due to popularity. Better to wait until they come out on normal release and can be seen at nearly half the price, as a nice way to relax after a day at work and in (usually) significantly less full auditoria where no-one wears lanywards, no seats are marked with RESERVED signs and the tedium of the presence of adverts is balanced by the presence of trailers. Instead I did some backblipping in the morning, spent most of the early afternoon wandering about with short breaks for coffee and more backblipping before Moon at the Filmhouse seeing as it appeared to be sold out within a couple of days of the ticketing opening. It's a nice gently-paced mild mystery sci-fi thingby in which Sam Rockwell finally works out the rest of the debt incurred by playing Zaphod in the unutterably shite film adaptation of H2G2 not redeemed by Choke by playing a man who thinks he's going a bit off in the head as the sole occupant of a moon-based base. Nice long takes, seamless effects where effects are required, unflashy acting... some lapses such as not even attempting to portray tenth-normal-gravity physics but odd weirdgood bits like Matt Berry popping up as an earth-based supervisory entity (though he doesn't do the voice) and Kevin Spacey's voice. I think it's out on normal release at the end of next month, if not slightly sooner.