A very pleasant evening. Travelled up to charing cross on the train then headed along the road in the direction of Somerset House. Stopped in The Coal Hole for a drink before going up there. Clearly full of people also off to see The Shining. Just before leaving I went for a piss, small toilets, compact urinals. One bloke in urinal 3, so obviously, I go for urinal 1. All going to plan, no words being spoken, staring at the wall. Then out the blue the fella asks if I'm having agood night. I wasn't sure how to take this but blustered through with yeah, super, just off up to somerset house to see the film. I then twigged he was American, had a bit of a natter with him and he was a canny fella. He was obviously chuffed at using the word 'buggered' to describe the broken hand drier. Wished me a good evening and I wished him the same. Went up there and the drizzle was coming down so got sat down on my blanket. Had my bottle of wine and plastic wine glasses. It gradually filled up, decent DJ on beforehand. 9:15 and we were away In some way the shitty weather added to it a little, I could see the sheets of rain highlighted in the large standing floodlights at the side and a sea of people watching in hushed reverence in lovely surroundings. Quite a good moment. I'd forgotten how fucking ace the Shining is, even though I've watched it at least a dozen times. I had a manic rush for the last train home from Charing Cross after the film but made it after a desperate drunken sprint.
A very good evening.
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