Movies Galore

I missed a night. Was bound to happen some time. Of course, I got back a bit late yesterday so it was bordering on unavoidable. But I did have a good time yesterday - in spite of the mounting Siberian temperatures out there.
Cosied up in the Mad Merchant's reading room, with a large milky Americano and my Contemporary Poetry reader, it was the kind of day which I'd score maybe a 6/10 to start with, but I didn't want it to end. I just wanted to sit there - or at least until I started to get a numb bum from the sitting - and just read. Wasn't the most riveting of reading when you're only trying to understand the bizarre art of free verse (that squiggly wandering verse that defies the printer's fervent pleas to 'make it simple' not 'make it new'), but I got through it all. With the help of a balsamic tomato and garlic mushroom Jacka bread brioche. Mmmm.
I did, however, have somewhere else to be that day, that being my dear friend Mark's house, for Chinese take-away and a home screening of Stanley Kubrik's A Clockwork Orange, perhaps the first film I had ever seen with full female nudity and sex - back when I was a few years younger and more naive. It being a cold day outside, it wasn't particularly tropical inside either, leading me to be curled up on a sofa with a fleece and two hot water bottles, in addition to the warmth of my small chicken chow mein and fried vegetables.
Didn't fill me with any degree of confidence to learn that day that someone had been stabbed just outside the city centre in broad daylight, though. Having been accompanied most of the way home by Mark, I was left a little uneasy as I finished the last 10 minutes of my journey alone. But, as you can tell, I made it back safe - as did he.
Consequently, due to my late night, I had a late morning, which turned into a lazy procrastinating morning, and I didn't actually start my dissertation research until 12pm, leaving me little time to devour enough of a library book to get the gist of it. This was because I needed to be at the local arts venue, the Plymouth Arts Centre, for an evening showing of Steven Spielberg's The Post. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have considered seeing this film if my professional writing tutor hadn't suggested it to the entire class on Monday. So now I'm writing my workshop piece as a review of it. Seriously hope it comes out alright - I'm already half way through.
Tomorrow, I hope to finish both my review AND my library book, as well as getting two free verse poems under my belt in preparation for Monday.
I know I have come to terms with the fact that having all my classes on one day is actually beneficial, but it doesn't half make my weekend feel crowded. I'll let you know how I fare, though it'll probably be Monday when I remember to blog next because I have another Arts Centre event (not class-related) to attend tomorrow night. See you then!