At The Movies
My problem with me is that I often want to see life as a movie. I have always been the same. Ever since I was a little boy and Shelley Winters got stuck up that Christmas Tree in The Poseidon Adventure. Like Shelley , things were always larger than life. I’ve joined an LGBT+ reading club in Chester, and the organise Alison has confirmed my application with a sweet email but I know that there is a part of me that is expecting the first meeting to be a little like The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, what with Dawsey Adam’s hole filled jumper and Isola Pribby’s sweetly dotty spinster. Of course it won’t be, but I know that I get it. Certain scenes in my life do have a cinematic resonance to them. And we all experience these, do we not? Dancing on the roof of Weston Park Hospital with friends one night in 1990 would have made a delightful vignette for any coming of age movie staring Molly Ringwold and John Cusack. Christmas Morning 2002 ...
