Filmhouse failure & Fringe

Finally agreed with my teenage sons on a film we all wanted to see: Boyhood at the Filmhouse.

Walk up to desk, ask for 2 adults and a concession.
Is he under 18?
Yes
Is he 15?
Next month, says Matthew. (Audible groan from big brother)
You can't go in.

5 minutes

We wandered down to George St. Took a chance on a Canadian Rakugo storyteller at Freemadf- actually quite amusing, and interesting. Then to Henderson's for coffee and dessert.

A good evening.