DONT WALK

I crossed a road on this morning's run (home to and over the Bridge and back, one hour) that I had crossed last Sunday and I saw a sign I saw then again. One of those pedestrain crossing ones that alternately says WALK and DONT WALK. Last week I pased that sign about two and half hours into my run when I was rather knackered and approaching (yet) a(nother) hill. And it helped. One of those little things that you find that kick start your flagging motivation. It did strike me that using the words DONT WALK in red, a colour frequently quoted in colourblindness claims, would not help a colourblind non-English speaker. Anyway, that's all.

Took Rumpole for an early walk and a swim though he was a bit woosey today and didn't fancy much of a swim. He nd his mum are now up the coast at the inlaws so I am home alone. I must be bored; I cut the lawns.

And then I slept, got my dive gear ready for the morning and headed out to catch the 257 to Cremorne where I would meet JCJ and Susan to see The Lives of Others, a movie about the Stasi secret police in East Germany before the wall came down. I spied the poster before I met the guys - I was early - and noticed to my distress that it was a foreign language movie. Oh dear. But no, even with the subtitles I thoroughly enjoyed what I rate as a fantastic movie. Great story, very well shot and acted; go see it. Quite rightly won a bucket load of awards. We saw it with a German couple I've met before but whose names escape me. Oops. Finished the night with coffee and a cake in Metropolis Cafe, a dodgy little place opposite the cinema (the art deco Hayden Orpheum, my favoutite cinema.) The place looks like it's been there a million years and has a comfortably shabby decor with movie posters and cheap seats, a couple of dodgy sofas. Sadly the cat with a third of its head missing died a couple of years ago, preuambly of a having-only-two-thirds-of-a-head related incident. The pics behind that link do the place far too much justice, but somewhat tellingly do not feature a pic from inside.

Earlier I'd had a coffee at another place that I did not get the name of, but it was all open plan and swish and new and poncy. That is where I spied the advertising doo-dad pictured here. Advertising like this really pisses me off. It may have less shit in it because it is organic, it may have a smaller environmental footprint because it is organic, but it tastes like it tastes because that is what it tastes like. Simple as that.

And now to bed.