Been thinking, quite possibly too much. Thinking about writing and about stories and the nature of stories and all that sort of thing. So give me titles. Monday through Friday, I'll write a story in my lunch break that matches a title.
Reading One Fine Day in the Middle of the Night, and I'm struck by nostalgia. A side effect of both being tired and getting old.
In other, other news (a phrase I need to use less) we saw Casino Royale at the weekend. It's damn good, though I'm not sure it counts as a Bond Film (with the capitals). The parkour is stunning, and the whole thing works. Certainly worth a watch. In filmatological things, has anyone got a review of Happy Feet beyond "Caution: Contains Penguins!"