Confession Time - No Da Vinci Code

May 22, 13.31pm

I skived the Da Vinci Code movie. We held our hospitality event at an excellent bar off Regent Street and then walked over to Leicester Square for the start of the show, and stood around in the rain while a massive crowd gradually forced its way through one open door.

We already had four spare tickets which I had in my pocket, one of which I reserved for my brother-in-law who hot-footed it across from the City. I gave him my ticket, and went home, reasoning being 1) that I was almost certain I'd hate the film and 2) that the finish time of the film would have been beyond my last train home. I'd rather spend the time with my wife.

A few hours later I received the following text message from brother-on-law: "Thanks for the ticket. Good decision to go home. I feel robbed of three hours of my life."

I learned something else outside the Odeon. People are very wary of charity. I gave away two pairs of tickets outside the theatre, but it was hard work. People looked at me a little as if I was trying to hand them test tubes full of ricin or something. but eventually I did manage to give them away, and I hope those who took them enjoyed the film rather more than my brother in law.

Reading

Pelagia and the white bulldog (p 171)

The March by EL Doctorow (p 46)

and still listening to:

Tell No One (disc 4 of 10)