I went to a mate’s engagement party last night, but stopped for some chinese tucker first. The restaurant was small and very quiet, so you could hear conversations at the other tables without even trying (honest!). There were a bunch of older guys at a table near us, talking about – I still can’t get over this – how many of them had slept with a black woman! One of these turkeys went into great detail about a ‘regular’ he saw at some pub. We had a laugh about it, but one of those laughs where you’re shaking your head in disbelief at the same time. Absolutely no clue whatsoever. But I’ve encountered the same sort of losers in NZ – so it wasn’t just a case of Suits in the City, these sad people are to be found everywhere.
Anyhoo, the food was great and the party was very cool too, just a bummer that it was on a school night and we couldn’t stay longer.
And best of all, the Vanishing Point Soundtrack arrived in the post this morning. Recently re-released on CD and vinyl. Rock on. Vanishing Point is a bitchin’ film, as the reviewer at amazon put it, “art film and road movie collide”.