Dinner dinner dinner. I'm going to eat now but I thought I'd post quickly just to let you know that I'm not dead or anything. As the title might suggest I've been to see Batman Begins. Now after being stung so badly with that crap I posted on earlier, I wasn't optimistic...it must have been something sadistic that had me going... Well, Batman Begins is actually very very good. I really enjoyed it. Liam Neeson plays this sort of wise evil guy who teaches Bruce Wayne all he knows. I suppose the geeks will talk endlessly about how it differs from the comics, but nevermind. People who read comics as adults are extremely sad, it has to be said. I don't get it at all. But the film is good. And Cillian Murphy as the psychiatrist/scarecrow. I'm not sure about that to be honest. I think that Christopher Ecclestone would have been a bit scarier; I think Murphy was too young for it to be honest. Murphy is a good actor though. This won't hurt him.
Someone I know, I have discovered, has put herself on that Oxbridge escort service. There's been stuff about it on the paper etc, and some high-class Sun article (or some other such quality newspaper) trying to prove it was all about sex. You get these desperate people looking for Oxbridge people to bring to dinner and various functions, and some people get up to....£300 for it. That a whole lot of rubles in my country. And you don't have to sleep with them. Really. The whole thing just about dating an Oxbridge person. Jeez, I'd throw the sex in for free if I were getting 300 quid for dinner at the Iveagh! But the fees are rather high here and, after all, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I just can't help thinking of Mira Sorvino in Mighty Aphrodite: 'Hi, you my 3 o'clock?'