Up early to see Moneyball with Jill. I think the choice was a throwback to her school girl crushes and Brad Pitt, rather than an actual choice in movies.
Sam and I felt a bit wrecked, cursing that we’d agreed to an early session, 13.45.
Sam said he was waiting for me to cancel.
The movie was good, okay. Brad Pitt was pretty good, I guess. It had a nice moody atmosphere. Good cinematography. Another win for him to add gold to his coffers.
We had soup in Victoria Street as we headed
home.
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