Blowy Night

A drive about with the SK firmly wedged into the passenger seat. First stop, Christian Crescent to look for boxers and then on round the bypass to the Bosun’s Locker. Grease. And degreaser. And just as a treat, some 1000 grit sandpaper. What joy. And how foolish.
Later, a fillum along at Ocean Terminal - Official Secrets with that Keira Knightley. Decent performances all round but it’s a bit pedestrian and frankillee some of the group scenes...risible.. well...people just don’t talk like that together. See that film Spotlight, now that was authentic. I know because I used to work at the Observer. I made that up. I did win the Observer Book of Birds as the P2 class prize though, so I’m not that stupid.