Watched "Whale Rider" with that New Zealander... whatishername, yesterday that is, somewhat plodding but found spirit toward the end. Too pat, though, and J as well as I thought it should have ended with the girl riding on the whale against the sky, or at scene where she lets go of the barnacled hump and floats into the big briny unknown. Only G was tolerant of W's tremors of impatience. Lunch Al Dente with disgraceful service, but good price so cannot complain. Then sin and vice in deserted subway, till bidding interrupted by howling horde of NIE students enacting inane rites of orientation. Dinner was curry fish, curry vegs and curried risotto. J and W had same suspicious overfresh chicken, but W was taken by a gruesome case of stomach upset while evil J enjoyed my gift of spicy flambéed sterilisation. |