East, then, on clattering stock. A few resolutions for this year’s Festival:
I will not give flyer distributors the least impression that I’m interested in their wares – nor will I scowl at them as if they are evil (I’ve been practicing my contrite ‘Sorry’ on the charity muggers of Buchanan Street).
I will not scowl, either, at overly loud English people talking crap. I will rise above it, so I will. (This particular resolution may not last long)
I shall not be suckered into paying over the odds for coffee and other refreshments – but will not become paranoid about the same.
I shall not succumb to the tyranny of the popcornless film festival attendee (but see previous resolution).
I shall seek out brave new worlds of free wi-fi, and actually keep this website updated in something approaching real time.
I shall not become jealous when it turns out I’ve missed the one true break-out hit of the festival (even if it turns out it was really obvious).
Likewise, I shall not become bitter when the Surprise Movie is, once again, underwhelming (particularly if it’s just something I wouldn’t choose to watch). However, if it turns out to be both crap and on release one week later…
I shall take the time to see the Warhol show. And visit the calming fish.