R, I would quite like to see the film called Belfast. It is not a great movie and John Gray of Wales was underwhelmed by it, the Yorkie Pudding bloke and his missus quite liked it. We'll go tomorrow hey, Sunday, to the lovely Como Palace Cinema. No rush. Film starts at 11.50, perfect for us who are not inclined to do early, and you will be home for your nanna nap by 2.30
That was Saturday morning planning for Sunday. We then caught a tram to St Kilda purely for a small brunch and coffee. Along the way we noticed stuffs happening in St Kilda. Then I remembered, Sunday is Gay Pride March. Of course it didn't happen last year because of you know what, but over the years we have been to many pride marches and if you look back at my blog there are many Pride March photos. In earlier days we would gather as large group of friends, lunch, drink and then follow the end of the march to the Catani Gardens where there would be performances, exhibits and lots of fun. Invariably we would run into people who hadn't seen since the last Pride March.
A couple of times Sister and Bone Doctor marched, along with Little Jo and they also joined us for lunch. One year I think we had twelve people at an outdoor table for lunch before the march. Great times but distant memories.
R said, our Hair Dresser Friend likes Pride March. She lives ten minutes walk away from Fitzroy Street.
We both left the question hanging for the rest of the day. Belfast or Pride March?
Late evening R asked me, which do you really prefer to do. I chose the movie. Pride March is hard work and as trams stop running in the area, it is hard to get home. R is not keen on walking distances now and I am not so keen either. There are other trams, but far from direct.
We caught the 58 tram to the cinema, had a nice brunch beforehand at Laurent.
Belfast was good, although a little dwelling at times. As in all British films I've seen the acting cannot be faulted. The young boy was brilliant, as was whoever played his mother. Her tearful reasons for not moving from Belfast to England was superb.
Pride March would have been good too, but no regrets about choosing Belfast over a gay outing.
Wednesday, I have to function early for stich removal after last week's face skin cancer biopsies. We are then away for a few days. See you soon.