Good Times Are Back

16 January – Was in an exceptionally good mood for most of the day, pretty inexplicable but wasn’t going to question it.  Met up with Mike for coffee (in the form of a tea) and a delivery in the morning – there wasn’t an enormous number of trips and a few weak moments but what work there was involved some hard riding and even a bit of shred routing was required at one point and it was also relatively well paid (we really overcharge some of our clients – which is however completely offset by the undercharging we offer to other clients).  Had a bit of a run-in with Sam, the Palms barista, in the afternoon when I needed to retrieve something from the locked up coffee shop – that man has serious anger management issues and the capacity to swear like a drill sergeant.  Evening was taken up by Apocalypto, bought tickets straight after work to ensure they weren’t sold out to the people ahead of us (like the last time me and the Collins-Mills crew tried to see a movie) - even still we couldn’t find three consecutive seats together, hell, we couldn’t find two consecutive seats so were scattered throughout the cinema, much like the Mayan Indians were scattered throughout the empire by their well-tattooed overlords.  Well, I thought it was incredibly engaging and entertaining and it was a very interesting recreation of an alien Mayan society, accuracy might have been sacrificed for the sake of the artist’s rendition but every director takes a lot of poetic licence in any historical epic – it certainly indulged Mel’s penchant for gore and violence and was a bit predictable but altogether it was a hell of a lot better than it could have been.  PJ’s rant was kind of unexpected – he must have spent the entire evening plotting it, probably even started before he’d seen the film and he shredded it to pieces afterwards ... Every Marg needs a Dave.