Nobody Does It Better

Would anyone like some straight porn? wink_martindale was cleaning our hallway closet and he found stuff that belonged to the Australians who lived here five years ago. If Playboy's hottest calendar girls and the babes of FHM are your thing, let me know. We also have a tumble dryer in this hallway closet which we have never used. Inside, we found a pair of jeans and silk boxers with sharks.

Last night we watched Bright Star, with Ben Whisham and directed by Ozzie Jane Campion. The film is about the last years of life of the poet John Keats, who died when he was just 25 years old. I spotted Ben Whishaw in Victoria Park in July 2009 and now I wonder if he was researching his character for this film. The way he was sitting on a park bench and writing in his journal was exactly the same as John Keats in the film. The film was shot that year and released in September. Once the film was finished, I flicked through Keats collection of letters which I received from a stranger in New York a few years back [1]. The letters I peaked at weren't as romantic as the ones on screen.

This morning, we had a chilled out morning in the flat before I went do Broadway Market to meet an old co-worker for a coffee.  Never saw the place that empty.  Then went to Stratford's Sainsbury's with Wink for our weekly food shop and watched Agatha Christie's "The Mirror Cracked from Side to Side" after dinner.  

I bought a Lottery Ticket.

[1] The book was sent to me as part of a pyramid scheme involving books.  You got a list of names from someone who you were meant to send books to and, in return, your name got sent to twice that many so they could mail books to you.  I did pretty well in this exercise, ending with Keats' letters, a Haruki Murakami and <i>Snow Falling on Cedars</i>.  I know some people who got nothing.