While walking home from the Devonport ferry I thought I saw, behind some trees, an old church-now-house. I've always wanted to live in a church. One of those nice, old, wooden churches. With gravestones out the back and a white picket fence. Renovating the space using the lovely windows and doors and pews and funky-ing it up with stainless steel and stuff. I like the smell of churches - for the most part.
Kiki and I went to Lantana last night. It was flatter than I had expected: "intriguing psychological drama about love, infidelity and mistrust" it was just too ordinary. Ordinary people in ordinary lives. Had one or two funny moments though - well they made me laugh.
grr this isn't what I want to be talking about