Wired

Worked till 4 am on the least stimulating assignment I've done in ages - a comparison of successive Petroelum policies. Even the dog inhaled the boredom and passed out. S came over to interview me on my favourite films. That's easy. Breakfast at Tiffany's. Cabaret. The Talented Mr Ripley. It strikes me later that the choice is a tad homosexual. I should have thrown in Terminator 2 or 3 to throw them off the track. Too late. Publish and be damned!