Saturday, 8 September 2012
On one of the last sunny afternoons of summer ...
I sat in a darkened cinema watching the longest perfume advert ever made.
Thrilled to Keira's gnashers masticating her lover.
Anna the Kannibal?
Thought that if I'd been her I'd sooner have seduced my sombre, sexy husband than drippy Vronsky.
Wondered why the ball scene reminded me of Hogwarts' prom night.
Loved the hats, furs and diamonds (from Chanel)
And yawned as I wondered if there'd be any bread in Waitrose by the time it was over.
Luckily, I got out before the ice-cream shop closed. (Pistachio, fig and mandarin.)
It was five* ice-cream
And a two and a half* film.