Shroud

A day off work and after a morning of waiting for the rain to ease off I eventually made it down the pool for some lengths ahead of a lunchtime screening of The Shrouds at The Cameo. I've been quite a fan of David Cronenberg in the past but I really didn't care for this one at all, nor his previous one either come to think of it. The flat white in the bar afterwards whilst I finished my Stewart Lee book was great however.

A pleasant evening at home developing a couple of films that my daughter left for me to process, taken in rural France last week. I scanned in the negatives as well and fired them over to her, she was pleased with the results - some lovely stuff there for sure, quintessentially idyllic you could say. I also reminded her that on this day in 2008 - Bastille Day of course - we were on holiday in France and she (aged 2) stood on a bee in the garden of the house where we were staying and her toddler's leg swelled up from ankle to knee. Not alarmingly so but, you know, the kind of thing that parents certainly remember!

Finally, talking of French things, Tour de France highlights before bed. A really great stage.

"The water so black you could make a shroud"