Wake Me Up Before You Go Go went the early bedroom conversation for Boxing Day morning.
I chipped in with I Want Your Sex.
George 🙁
Hey hoe.
Another morning, another Where’s Paul Gambaccini on 5Live to deliver the obituary.
Plus another morning, another b0rked IFTTT.
I’m rapidly falling out of love with the feeds service. It seems to screw up my various feeds almost weekly now.
I pretty much rely on the modern interweb pushing out various feeds to get various content published for me.
IFTTT has had no logic of late for when it decides to f-up.
It was back to the real world, and back to a charming cycle with Anna along the Trail, en route to Sunny Colch.
Mr Cormorant was looking as dignified as ever on his Hythe estuary pole.
I also passed from behind a young lady down by the Moors, headphones on and oblivious to the world around her on Boxing Day morning at 9am.
She was dancing her way into town.
I rang my bell; she turned around and looked a little sheepish.
No need to, my friend. You dance, if you want to.
On the agenda for Boxing Day morning was the 10:30am screening of Rogue One in Screen 8 of the Colchester Odeon.
LIVE THE DREAM, Jase.
I’ve had something of an admin cock up over the Christmas period. It was the same for the cinema, with my pre-booked tickets showing that we were expected for the 12:30pm screening.
Whoops.
Mr Odeon allowed us in for the early screening.
The bloody annoying - AND UNFEASIBLY LOUD - trailers and ads counted down, leaving me with a little trepidation about the status of Rogue One.
We f-ed up last year with The Force Awakens, when everyone sitting around us reached for their 3D glasses.
Thankfully Rogue One was flat, so to speak.
I got a little lost in the plot, but it was ACE to see some old faces.
The film finished, and we did a little sales shopping around town. I nervously approach the Mod shop wearing my lycra.
I daren’t risk it…
Chips came to the rescue for luncheon, and then we cycled back through the Hythe and on to the pool for a swim.
Snorkel Lady was doing her WEIRD snorkelling up and down the pool thing. She even double-dipped after some time on the sauna.
Boxing Day evening was then spent watching the Hull Vs Man City match, and the incredibly odd Frank film.
Plus BOOZE.
Chin chin.