The other day here in Kareopolis, I was roundly ripped to pieces by two colleagues during a bout of Tissue Culture lab banter. Having declined an invitation to a pub curry evening I was quizzed as to why, the assumption being that I had an alternative ‘hot date’ lined up. After some ping-pong on this, I confessed – that I would be going to the cinema ‘with’ Kristin again. They didn’t twig and I happily left them dangling from my line. Serves ‘em right, nosey bleeders! And a nice evening it was. A good film is like a good experiment – always worth repeating, because it will likely prove multifariously informative. Why is it that I can happen upon the former without too much difficulty, but the latter…?
And I’ve been thinking of buying a painting of a Grévy’s zebra that I’d seen exhibited at the cinema a few weeks back when I went to see Jar City, a dark Icelandic crime thriller with a plot brilliantly constructed around the inheritance pattern of a genetic disease. (Science and crime – Maxine, you might like.)
Life in the Tissue Culture lab is not all doom and gloom. Living Colour tomorrow night. And Kristin has another film out.