Following more reports of attacks in the Gorton area of Manchester, Sarah sensibly against going to an evening meeting. By 7pm the streets are devoid of female pedestrians.
This is of course a sensible precaution on behalf of the individuals, but it makes me furious that 52% of the population can be put in this position. How do we reclaim the streets from this?
Leaving these worries behind for the evening, I pick Sarah up and we head to the cinema (the car may be a thing of evil environmentally, but I’d struggle to live happily in the area I do, without the relative security and thus independence that it offers).
Tonight we need something relatively brainless and unchallenging (though preferably not as painfully bad as Wimbledon). We take a chance on The Terminal. Neither of us are Tom Hanks fans and I have a distinct uneasiness about the use and distortion of the real story that is the inspiration for the basic premise of the film. However the reviews have been OK and we're not really in the mood for any of the alternatives.
As it turns out we both enjoy the film more than we expected. It won’t change your life, but it’s an agreeable enough way to spend a couple of hours.
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