Heaven and hell

In reverse order. Hell is Oxford Street on a Saturday afternoon, especially on a Xmas-sale Saturday afternoon. It was to be a strict in-and-out mission to John Lewis, to be conducted with military precision. But - and I should know better by now - I didn't reckon on the sheer volume of people. I am not that keen on shopping at the best of times, except when it comes to shiny new photographic thingies, and this was certainly not the best of times.

But heaven was to be found a short bus ride away. Heaven is watching a good film in a good cinema in good company. In this case the prefect equation was The Life of Pi + Apollo Cinema + my friend S. Soon the earlier trauma was but a distant memory.