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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Age of Aquarium

(Recounting the events of Saturday the 12th of May ’07)

I once again arrived the flat to find Fritz in a near doze, his day job wasn't being kind to him as he finished off some business on his laptop. Once more its a woman who makes you late, like most French girls Fifi had to bath in a bath full of Chanel numbers 1 through 5 , air dry herself, then lay face down in Talc
before leaving the house. Actually she was only just back from work and needed to change but I couldn't resist the wind-up : ' ) . Still we cut it very close and still managed a grocery shop before she arrived.

We sat down just before the cert card for movie card came up. Zodiac was a very enjoyable movie, full of intrigue and top notch acting but It still it dragged to much for me in the middle. Fritz was dead right later when he said it was to portray the frustration involved but were there better ways. It was set in San Francisco, could there not have been a car chase! There were enough 'Bullit' references, It could have been an interpretative dream sequence that Toschi was having due to an overdose on Animal Crackers.

When we got back to the flat We found John perched cat like on their counter-top eying up a packaged Lemon Cheesecake. This could not shared though as it was bought as a dinner offering for a couple night with Porgy & Bess (Who are apparently French!! : ' ).

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