Usually Saturday is mother/daughter day but this week we brought it forward to a Wednesday. So off we trundled to the cinema (I can't tell you how fun it is to have a cinema within walking distance) to see Hancock.

I'd seen the trailer for it a few times and it looked absolutely hilarious. It didn't disappoint. It was very funny. I always love to hear the entire cinema laughing out loud together. But it soon twisted away from comedy and went to some other place. There was superhero-action scenes, love scenes, sad scenes, more funny scenes. It was a hard one to pin down, which made me love it, of course. You know how I love to mix genres.



Now: tennis. Lleyton Hewitt is out. Federrer kicked his ass. I then hoped the Croation guy might kick Federrer's ass but he didn't. But I was glad to see that Nadal booted Murray out so convincingly. I know I should support Murray cos he's British, and in a way I do, but he's such an arogant git I find it hard to back him completely. I like Nadal. He's the best player at the tournament. And, yes, he does have lovely arms, and, yes, a lovely bum too, but, contrary to popular belief Raymond that is not why I like him; I happen to think he's good at tennis. And I want him to win. But then I wanted that last year and the year before so what I want doesn't really come into it, does it?

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