Looking Out To Sea

Does rent control really mean you can get an apartment large enough to film a trendy sitcom in? Will it be a steal? Two old friends are going to New York to find out, and there was a ceilidh at the weekend in their honour. Nick came along too, as there was apparently a surfeit of women and they needed men to even up the numbers. What wasn’t really explained was that most of these women were old ladies or nursing mothers who sat at the side chatting anyway. So actually, in a terrifying first for dance events, there seemed to be significantly more men on the floor than women.

Next day Helen made another Nigella recipe for breakfast. She hasn’t blogged it yet so I won’t reveal more. I didn’t particularly like it. :-( Nick and I returned to Edinburgh mid-afternoon. I was quite impressed with my ability to guide him to the flat by sheer guesswork. Well, this should be the right direction…

I got home on Sunday afternoon and watched Blade Runner (the director’s cut). I’m quite keen to know what Ridley Scott came up with for the recent Final Director’s Cut For Real This Time edition. Also, I’ve never seen the original version with the infamous voice-over. It sounds hilariously bad, and I’ve read quotes from Harrison Ford saying that they kept on dragging him back to record more and more appalling monologue, and every time he would go, kicking and screaming. I have also never seen one with the “happy ending” that Wikipedia mentions.