A Day Out

Wore my 'New Boots' (which were a slippery mistake on icy, sludgy pavements), a bit of lippie and some eye liner (which came off after a cold wind and sleet attacked it) and headed into town to meet a friend of many moons ago. After much blethering over soup we were swallowed up by a large screen and blood and gore and gun blast and screams of the remarkable film Django Unchained and all the shame that one can feel that humankind has behaved in such atrocious slave-trade ways.
And then a lift from Donald with a drink in the Oxford and home.