Off I popped to the cinema tonight to watch The Ghost. Man, the people who put trailers together are good. It was quite slow, but there were a good choice of actors in Polanski’s production, plus it was polished and I liked the acting. Shutter Island was better. Watched that three times. Still think Teddy is sane.
After chatting with my naughty partner about a full body massage where he sinks into the bed from relaxation, while my vibrating toy tickles his balls and keeps him in a half zombie state, he asked me to spread my legs in the cinema, and have a play. Shame I only had a short jacket and my bass guitar bag to cover my anatomy. Okay, I bailed…for once.
During the second viewing of Shutter Island at the Gallery in Manchester, I’m sure a couple were either wanking each other off, or this particular girl sat on the back row with us couldn’t manage to keep quiet. She fucking annoyed me. The whole point of playing in public is to stay quiet. It keeps the moment exciting because no-one can guess what you’re up to. I suppose it would be a different story had my fella been sat next to me. Crank 2: High Voltage would have been perfect; that was almost a porno movie the amount of tits and ass on show in that movie.
