Invictus

In honour of finally watching Star Wars Episode II and in response to a post from minxyminou  earlier, I present to you the entire plot of Attack of the Clones in five seconds.

I was up for a run this morning with Coffee Snob and Boyfriend of Coffee Snob.  I was challenged to jump from pillar to pillar a la Parkour.  I'm not one to decline a challenge but I'm not going to come to do some of the things they can do.

It was a lazy day today, and I wore my Mr Lazy t-shirt.  There was another day of candidate training that I didn't have to attend, but I was going to go and show my face there for a bit, but I just couldn't be bothered so I stayed home until it was time to join bakerypenguin  to see Invictus.  The first place was sold out so we meandered throught the multicultural festival.  I had Korean food, Greek beer (just to say I've had one) and Greek coffee which was strong and thick and should keep me awake for the next week or so.

We eventually got into a theatre showing it, and we were quite impressed that the rugby in the show rang true.  Even the captain shouting at the players to "hit the f*cking guy and help will come" sounded like the exhortations that I have heard, and on occasion given in a game.  We also laughed at the guy who said "I try not to think, it gets in the way of my rugby" and the guy who declined to sleep with his girlfriend the night before a match, saying "I can't.  I've got to stay angry."

We would have advised Mandela's security team to take off their firearms before playing rugby though.

A chat about identity and military service over tea rounded out the evening.  She seems to think I would fit military culture better than I do.  Still no answers.

Now watching The Thin Red Line.  The jungle, the hills, and the natives remind me of Kokoda.