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The Spy Who Loved Me

Let The Sky Fall

...and it bloody did.

I was unable to resist a free showing of Skyfall at the Scoop, an open-air amphitheatre near Tower Bridge, and claimed it as my birthday treat. Eight of us went along, despite the forecast of heavy rain for precisely the duration of the screening. In fact the rain had already started when I arrived at the venue. Most of the party converged on me at once from several directions, and we entrenched ourselves across a section of the stone tiers, where we were joined shortly by slightlyfoxed and my One Nice Colleague from last year's temp job in Wimbledon.

I provided some snacks and a bag of wine (a new and exciting concept for me), other guests had also brought food, and we hunkered down to have a very British picnic under our Cath Kidston umbrellas. I received birthday cards, which were a little soggy when I got home but had recovered enough to be displayed on a shelf this morning, a book called The Spy who Loved, and a four-pack of socks featuring woodland creatures (today I am wearing the hedgehogs). Then we settled down to watch the film.

It was shown with subtitles, including the excellent (imitates sound of falling rats) from Silva's barmy-villain monologue. The audience was appreciative, raising cheers at the shots of London in the rain. "And they say Bond is unrealistic!" commented one of my friends. The rain ranged from drizzle to downpour, finally clearing up in time for the Scotland finale, by which time half the gang had been forced to slink away. I said goodbye to the rest at London Bridge.

Learning point: quick-dry trekking trousers are not much use unless you're also wearing quick-dry underwear.

I went home wet but happy, feeling that it had been a successful evening enjoyed by all. My friends are a random bunch, collected from various educational establishments, hobbies, holidays and workplaces along my life's path, but their common characteristics are niceness and interestingness. Thus putting them together usually works out OK, as it did on this occasion. Four of us, by coincidence, were fiction writers of one flavour or another, and foozzzball pointed out afterwards that I had the makings of an interesting little critique group there. Hmm...


A bag of wine? O.o
It's like a box of wine without the outer box! Ain't science something?
For the eco-conscious wino ;)
It did actually bill itself as 'less packaging'. And contained the equivalent of 2 bottles of wine!
Hey, it's traditional! The ancient Greeks, Romans etc. used wine skins, and you can still find them in Spain today, too. And you can drink from them without touching the container, which is pretty cool in itself.
Maybe I should lug the macbook along with me on Monday to show off the screen-play I'm working on! :)
It will be a mostly different bunch of people but I bet there will still be writers!
(how most exceedingly nice although I have no thing of substance to say &c. &c. but *nuzzle*)
Nuzzles are always welcome! And yes, it was exceedingly nice.
Hah, and it's also directly outside our offices (IE I can look down on it). Feel free to let me know if you're planning to be at it again - I saw The Wicker Man there on a similarly blowy day, and it was great.
Ha, we wondered about all the happy workers in the nearby offices! Will do!
It was pretty awesome. I'd seen Skyfall on the smallish screen, before, and missed a fair bit of the effect of the sweeping panoramas, dramatic drops etc. And everyone seemed lovely. The olives were particularly delicious.
Unrelated, but — happy birthday! :)
Thank you!