Hidden

So last night was culture night. Jan, who is our culture secretary, had read good reviews about the French film Cache, Hidden. (The image above was the best that I could find regarding the word Hidden, sorry chaps.) It has won lots of honours, so we settled down to a gripping evening. What is it about continental films that make you endure long spells of silence and inaction? I estimate that at least 25% of the film involved long pauses and nothing actually happening. It wasn't exactly a bad film but we both looked at each other as the closing titles started to roll and said, "What happened to the ending?" Describing it as 109 minutes long was a bit of an exaggeration, never mind contravening The Trades Description Act, as were a lot of the unattributed comments on the box. To describe it as a "Stunning thriller," and "The most gripping film of the year," was just a little over the top. I've seen more exciting stuff watching Jan decide what to wear for the evening.

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A couple of months back I had the Golf silencer fixed at the local garage. I can't tell you how many times I have called in to to pay the bill, which he never seems to have completed. I called in again this afternoon and he acknowledged that he had done it, but this time he couldn't find it. He seemed very impressed that I play tennis with William, mentioning it a couple of times, but doesn't seem bothered that I owe him money. Talking of tennis it was one set all again today but this time we won the first set 6-2 and then lost the second 7-5. Must do better!