Yaz and I went to see Nacho Libre today. And by 'went to see' I actually mean 'failed to see.' You see, just as we were about to buy our tickets we noticed that it was a subtitled screening. With words.
Now Yaz and I both work in editorial positions where a good portion of our lives are filled with reading all bloody day, so we really don't want to have to read at the cinema straight after work (unless we've gone to see a film that we know is going to be subtitled, in which case we'll have time to mentally prepare). We thought about going in. Even thought about bunging our ears up so we too could legitimately call ourselves 'hearing impaired' (when did we stop saying 'deaf'? It's not as if they can hear us...). In the end though I moaned that I'd probably be distracted by the big words blocking up the screen, although in hindsight the most irritating thing would probably have been a load of hearing impaired people chowing down on nachos, popcorn, and other assorted snacks of increased volume without the slightest consideration for those of us who were actually trying to listen.
Anyway, so there we were, footloose and fancy-free in Shepherds Bush mall. What else to do but shop? And what a treat we had. You see, one of our mutual friends - El Deanio - has just become a dad (who's the daddy?! YOU the daddy!) for the first time, and I was wondering whether I should pick up some kind of gift... El Deanio is quite a fan of the labels, so I'm torn between baby's first Airmax and baby's first Converse...
Just looking at the baby trainers made me regret not getting Smudge the kitten. She would've looked awesome in two pairs of Converse.