Pynchon

I have 14 minutes to write everything that I need to write. The Ocado delivery is due at 21:00 and I promised Lorraine that I would be in the living room at 20:30 in case it turns up early. Then, at 22:00, there is the "Lost" double bill and I cannot miss that.

So...

It was reported in the news today that some Arsehole has stolen a baby Penguin. You can read the full story here. The police have a theory that the thief was inspired in their act of arseholeness by watching the film "March Of The Penguins", which I went to see on Sunday. I completely forgot to write anything about that film.

I hardly ever watch wildlife documentaries, but I liked "March Of The Penguins" very much. It is a study of the Penguin conception and birth cycle and the battle for survival in the Arctic. It is a very emotive movie. I wiped my eyes several times, especially during the scene in which a Mother Penguin loses it's chick to the elements, goes a little bit mad with grief and tries to steal another Mother Penguin's chick. Powerful stuff. Real men are allowed to cry and not just when they are drunk.

4 minutes.

We are out again tomorrow having a meal with the lovely Lana Blue (of turquoise eyes fame), hubbie Bobby and mad Harriet Quant, the receptionist at work and possibly the dizziest woman in the West Midlands. I will try to update tomorrow night when we return.

Times up. The time is always up. No time to stop and stare.