hi there compooter.

i saw somerstown today at the ritzy with my mother and sister (a novelty). me and mum had planned to see the singalong Mamma Mia! because we're fun people like that (and also because i told mum that she never spends enough time with me) but the screen broke and the film wouldn't play and there was no sound and everything was just fuzzy white noise, but without noise. people started up little conversations in the cinema whilst we waited to see if it could be fixed; a wartime community spirit was evoked. i did not partake in the chitchat, i just sat hugging myself in my seat because i was tired and felt a bit lonely and wanted the film to start so that people would stop talking. anyway, eventually they told us we had to leave and get a refund. i was quite glad. we asked if we could go into somerstown which had just started, and we could. it was a nice film, in black and white. it was beautifully shot; every frame was a photo. and the kids in it were sweet.

after the film as we were walking back to the car i was struck by the size of the moon. it was (and is, i am sure, as it looms somewhere outside my window) absolutely enormous in the sky tonight. when it gets that big it frightens me, i don't know why. it's the sense of a change in equilibrium, a shift in proportion, faltering security, perhaps.

i don't know what i'm going to do tomorrow. i might go to south bank with my camera to try to dispel this feeling of wistfulness that's been clinging to me recently. or maybe i'll go to the trafalgar square festival to spend time with the pigeons (birds that, i feel, are sorely misunderstood). but sunday i'm going to the notting hill carnival for the first time ever. then on monday me and jane are going to plan our holiday.
my wanderlust is insatiable at the moment. ESCAPE! i cannot wait.

at that, P.C., good night.