a roller-skating jam named saturday

incognito, i arrived, bantered, parted with the requisite sum and duly had arranged prospective activities. what did become of tuesdays? in a rare show of spontaneity, suddenly i was wondering whether they explained to the children of collingwood that cow equals beef (chicken, of course, still equals chicken; and pig, well that's just a magical animal). a presidential moment; what is a good price to pay for pumpkin and poppy-seed papardelle? and did they choose papardelle because of its alliterative possibility? following some logistical faffing, it was decided that my afternoon would be spent in the company of mr daniel craig and in the comfort of the art-deco surrounds of the rivoli theatre. amid action scenes that adequately served their purpose, the psychology of bond, a broken man, was superficially explored. notably few of the cliches associated with the franchise were present and the inclusion of relatively confronting and graphic violent scenes broke significantly with tradition. lumbered with the bond mythology was, i felt, disadvantageous as the film could not be viewed without expectation or judged in isolation. had it been possible to do this, my opinion would have been undoubtedly and overwhelmingly favourable but comparisons are always smelly. my margaret felt the degree to which conventions were broken and the endeavour to recast the protagonist was an asset to the film. one man's meat is another man's tomatoe. actually, it's probably dan quayle's tomato. two dinners ensued, the latter of which in notting hill thankfully did not feature academy-award-winner julia roberts. the quarrel in coral gables was revisisted thanks to the incisive coverage of the daily show thus fulfilling my daily dietary requirement for disjointed socio-political commentary. and when wifey passed out, we duly departed and two dudes, who are completely unqualified to do so, navigated the pitfalls of post-modernity in a conversation that can only be described as pretentious. fitting, really