Last night I saw Inside Man, the Spike Lee film. For an Anthony Lane review, see here. It's the first non-live entertainment I've seen since Kokoda, which felt live because Simon was in it. So it was good to just sit there and imbibe. Never thought I'd be grateful to be sitting in front of an American movie that I don't have to think too hard about, but I was definitely grateful that the people in the film didn't know they were playing to an audience of two.

Anyway, I have to get on with it. I've had all day to get further through my list of "things that need to be done by Thursday night's film screening". So far, I've emailed a lot of people with various different problems, I've panicked about how we're going to seat ninety-five RSVPd guests into a sixty seat theatre, and I've remained fairly consistently informed on the situation of the miners in Tasmania who have managed to get out of a small cage under ground after two weeks and are now going to a friend's funeral. Just in case I thought any of the above was of any import whatsoever.