Yoda special

Yoda's night to cop the flack with this post.

Happily I've developed the knack of fending her off by entering into what are on my part at least entirely bogus bonding moments. Such as that which we shared over The Lake House which, IMHO, is one of the saddest squanderings of however minutes it consumed of my life I've ever wasted. What a total pile of drivel. Keanu Reeves is quite fine in Speed and was quite OK in the first of the Matrix trilogy. And apart from that?* And I haven't been able to stomach that woman in anything she's been in apart from Speed.

I've digressed.

Yoda thinks the film wonderful, so I enthused over it. And terrible actress that I am yet she is so dim she failed utterly to see through the sham. She thinks we're soul mates.

Just as well as we had to spend yesterday evening in one another's company. Dealing with irate customers who have sons who have paid over the odds for their bananas and young antipodeans who've had parking warning notices gaffer taped to their vehicles because they've used our (2 hour max.) car park as their parking lot - being too tight fisted to pay the going rate to pay in the railway station car park. Probably New Zealanders. Between them Stroppy Mum and Bolshie Kiwi kept her out of my hair for a good hour and a half.

Thank you. Though I could have done without having to endure her wittering "Oh God, why do I get them?" interminably.

*On a point of order here I must concede that KRs performance in Much Ado About Nothing was marginally less terrible than that of Denzil (Am I Not Fabulous?) Washington. That doesn't make him a good actor. And neither was a bad in that film as Michael Keaton who was so awful he was wonderful, being so quite utterly shakespearean in his awfulness. And he wasn't as bad as Branagh's ex-wife in whom, as an actress, I've yet to discover a redeeming feature. But she, unfortunately, wasn't entertainingly awful.