I Feel it in My Fingers

It’s thirty years since ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’ was released.  Bit depressing.  Went to a retrospective at the ARC in Peterhead.  Even though the script has some of the worst dialogue ever, fancied seeing it on the big screen again anyway. 

Was I ever that young?  

It was the Silver Screen showing, none of us in the audience were that young anymore.  Some were quite elderly. 

Elderly people can be noisier than kids.  They bring the crinkliest packets of wrapped sweets and pass them along the row, like a riptide of sweety paper crescendoing behind your head.  The only thing I could feel in my fingers was the urge to shush them. 

I sneaked in some green triangles, (politely silent to unwrap).  Four septuagenarian ladies, in my row, sneaked in a bottle of wine.  Kudos.  Although pouring it in the dark sounded like a night-blind scrum.  Then, they balanced their free (piping hot) tea and a paper cup of wine on the arms of their seats. 

It’s possible the first time they saw the lovely Hugh and ensemble cast pretending to be toffier than anyone actually is, that these ladies were able to handle drinking a large wine in the middle of the afternoon.  Those days are long gone.  They went from sipping to slurring stage whispers before Pearl & Dean had pa-pa-pa-pah’d their last Pah!  One of them started yawning owl-sounds, and intermittently snoring.  It was like watching with the seven dwarves. 

I was Grumpy. 

When they started humming along to ‘Highland Cathedral’, (difficult not to, it is the tune of tunes afterall), I’d have moved, but risked being scalded. 

‘Goldfinger’ next week.  Really fancy seeing that on the big screen too.  If I get my sense of humour back by then. 

Worryingly, black car was still there.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Is_All_Around

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