him and his wife (who was wearing a sort of Cheesecloth purple jumpsuit, actually, but despite this she managed to come across as very nice and someone you wouldn't mind being stuck in a lift with) were sitting at the same set of tables and chairs that we were for most of the day. they borrowed our sunscreen. the wife made a nice joke about eating some of our ice cream*. things i noticed about cillian murphy:
A) his head is much bigger from the side than from the front
B) he seems all right, really.
I recognised him straight away and I could feel my eyes go all bobbly and stupid. I don't even like him! He does not at all feature in my life! I don't think I have ever had a conversation about him with anyone except maybe em! but still I was so LAME about it. still it was all I could do to stop myself from leaning over to him and going, "Look, you and I both know that you were in that movie called 28 Days Later, so can we stop pretending please."
they were sort of next to us when we watched beach house as well. they weren't nearly as into beach house as they were into this sort of ska band that played earlier. obviously this minused them a million points, not just cos beach house was SO GREAT, but because ska is SO HORRIBLE.
* it's this ice cream called a twister and normally I am not a person of ice cream at all, but it was so hot and all the other food you could buy there was so gross. we shared it.
food we shared that day:
a) apple (we each had our own apple, but mine had bad vibes in it, so I made rom give me his also)
b) banana (we each had our own, but I still ate most of both.)
c) a cup of tea
d) three ice creams
e) why were we eating the food of people in The Famous Five?
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