and the debate rages on

Still not been up it yet but there are still three days in which to do so. Hopefully it'll be significantly cleaner about the windows that the equivalent Fernsehturm in Berlin which was suffering a bit from browning-of-the-glass view-impediment and had a brown lift which felt like a hotel in a film from the sixties. There was one in Cologne too but was shut the day we walked over to it. Still debating whether or not to go for the quick way down or a significantly cheaper boing II instead.

I've been in fashionable districts of cities before so had an idea of what to expect upon popping through Ponsonby on a nice long circuitous sun-trundle but wasn't expecting to see two women each independently walking an outfit-complementing small designer doglet with seconds of stepping onto the main street. I was so busy saying "oh for fuck's sake" that I completely forgot to take a picture of either of them.

Food today was by the lamb & rice curry bloke in Aotea Sq. market and falafels by the Middle East Café. Not quite up there with Edinburgh's Palmyra for portability but very tasty, especially with their chilli sauce and garlic yoghurty-paste-stuff.

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Hmmmm.

Just been to see Indiana Jones and the Step Too Far.

I'd like to be able to recommend it, but... it started off reasonably well with lots of references to the previous films (mostly in the form of homaged shots and angles and movements) but there are a few moments of woefully bad continuity (including suddenly-clean trousers), some long expositional talkyscenes to drag the overcomplicated plot along, some unnecessary HAM and a few clunky moments where they seem to have let Mr Lucas a bit too near the dialogue. It's cornywatchablenough but definitely sits outside the first three despite the occasional shoehorning-in of signature Spielberg-type fancy camerawhizzing (which is almost defeated by the over-clarification of the actors faces where they've been pasted into an effects shot). Don't bother waiting for anything at the end of the credits, either... there's nowt there and Mr Williams makes a shocking mess of the main theme along the way.