…getting woken by a housemates friend at 3am is one of the many depressing things about living in a shared house, along with unclean baths and washing hanging on every possible surface.
Can’t concentrate on the reading today (The Wasps by Aristophanes), and just trying to watch Woody Allens Match Point and it is truly awful so far.
Must find something cheery I can concentrate on…
[Edited to add that that film really is the worst pretentious twaddle that Allen has ever produced...]
Did you get to the end of the film? I thought it was absolute crap until the end.