Goats - Cute, Yet Satanic!

I had some time off. Time to see a film about goats. Time to buy toothpaste, and a pie. Time to walk the length of Bethnal Green Road in search of a shop that sold 'vintage and collectible paperbacks'. Or it did, a few months ago. Now, curiously, it contained no books. It was never exactly cluttered, even with the books, so it was now very hard to see what it was selling. Although you could have a cup of coffee while you searched for it.

In this it was strangely at odds with the rest of Bethnal Green Road, which was tumbling over itself trying to sell you things. News And Booze, a shop said, telling it like it was; and there was a stall offering 'cooked bones'. Mmm, cooked bones! I expected to see big shaven-headed hardmen walking along, gnawing them.

I saw Jo Brand grimacing in front of the ticket counter at the BFI, clearly thinking twice about something - going to see a film about goats, maybe.

I also saw the film Win Win, which was not about goats. It was very likeable, but it made much of a faulty boiler at the start, with a character played by Jeffrey Tambor fretting over whether it would 'blow'. Now as everyone knows, if you introduce a faulty boiler at the beginning of a film, you need to have it explode at some point. Either that, or it needs to be repaired in a heartwarming montage sequence set to some mellow alt. country tune - I'm sure there is one about boilers. However in this case the boiler gradually disappeared from the film, along with - curiously enough - Jeffrey Tambor. Disappointing. But maybe they will appear in a spin-off together. A buddy movie. They could solve crimes. Crimes committed by goats. I have already seen the script. In my mind. There is a lot of interest in it. In my mind.