Bond films and scarves

Hey.

I'm mildly shocked that the new Bond movie is not actually totally crap.

I might even be reckless and bump the needle into the zone of Good.

There was also, for better or worse, a Parcours chase early on (strangely enough there was a Parcours act in the Madonna thing I was watching last night... those Parcours chaps get everywhere).

In fact, I was so engrossed in the movie that it wasn't until I had left the theatre that I noticed that I didn't have my scarf.

Background: it's just a plain black, semi-acrylic scarf that I picked up in Camden, but it's still a rather good scarf: nice and long, about 20 inches across and really soft. And I've been losing too many things lately. Not to mention I have no idea of the shop I bought the scarf from are still open, or if they have the same scarves.

So I blagged my way back into the theatre, took a look around, asked the ushers to keep and eye out etc. They offered me some gloves they had found, but I declined.

When I got home I found the scarf thrown over my clothesrack.
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Every so often I have to stop and ask myself if I'm going insane.

Still, I don't need a new scarf, so I'm happy.

Over and out,

J