Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Midriff

The last day of June. Almost, but not quite, the midpoint of the year. It's currently 24°C in ol' London town, the subterranean sweatbox of the London Underground is already ripe with the pungent fragrance of all manner of commingled body odours, and I've been awake since 4.30am with the sun just commencing its ascent. All around, people looking half dead, walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head.

Spent most of June on the down-low, so I'm just breaking cover now with this Proof of Life blogpost. Hello!

So, June...

June meant Father's Day (and homemade cinnamon choc-chip Pac-Man cookies!)...



...and mooching around the second-hand book-stalls on the Riverside front of the BFI Southbank. One find in particular made my day ...


...and Johnnie To was at BAFTA for an on-stage Q&A. (You can find a full transcript here).



It's a great life if you don't weaken. Worth remembering that as we start to dip below the navel of 2015.

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