It's as cold..

...as a witches tit, in case anyone hadn't noticed.

Between bouts pf shivering this weekend I managed to squeeze in a curry at Safa on Saturday, which has always been pretty decent every time I've been. It certainly looks the part, with its modern designer styling and funny shaped bowls, and happily, the food itself bears this out.

On Sunday went and saw 'Hidden', which Time Out gave six stars (out of five), suggesting that it's the best film..ever? A bold claim, but neverthless an excellent film, and one that will have you pondering for a while, or at least chatting about it in the pub afterwards. It's dark, chic, and existentially nightmarish, and there's no obvious conclusion to be drawn (or at least no single obvious conclusion; at the end the guy sat next to me was spluttering with meldrew-ish fury at the catharsis denied him) I can't be bothered giving you a synopsis, but if you're the kind of person who enjoys whiling away (some) Saturdays staring at art with your head cocked at an acquisitive -yet knowing- angle (like me), I bid you go see it. No really, it is top.

And I won a bottle of wine off the nice chap who runs the The Sun & Doves.. which is cool. I never win anything usually, apart from the odd quid on those irritating National Lottery scratchies, so maybe things are on the up. One of the conditions is that I drink it with someone else (it'd be a bit sad otherwise really, hey) so I gotta find a drinking buddy. In an ideal world, it'd be a date, but it'll probably end up being a cross section of my housemates or DJ PHAZE.

Anyway. I'll blog more when something actually happens.