Heart of stone

I had a date with the girls this afternoon to see Les Mis... not my usual thing, musicals, but felt with all the hype it must be worth seeing. It was but I didn't realise they sang the WHOLE way through... even reading out a letter or walking into a room was with song. And despite coming armed with hankies I'm ashamed to say I didn't cry - I welled up a couple of time but no actual tears rolling down my cheek.
Soul-less!? Moi?!

We went to the Glasgow Film Theatre for a change, its lovely inside all dark wood, ornate iron-work, not too busy and not too noisy.

I think in true cinematic style: "I'll be back".