I went into central London early to meet my sister who co-incidentally had seen the same film the day before. We met in John Lewis and went to the cafe and then I planned to walk to the cinema. The film was on at the Renoir so I gave myself half an hour to get to Russell Square from Oxford Circus. I checked my phone and there was a text from Ms M to say she was unwell and not coming. Two minutes later there was a text from Soda Farl asking what train I was getting to Charing Cross. This text arrived 29 minutes before the film was due to start.
One of SF's many flaws is his inability to work out the time and location of films he is planning to see. He frequently turns up an hour after the film has started and/or at the wrong cinema so I wasn't really surprised.
TB and I went on our own but did still meet SF afterwards as he found another cinema where the film was starting half an hour laterand managed to get there on time. Instead of going for a drink like any normal people would have done while waiting for SF, TB took me to see his office and show me his collection of Marx postcards.
And the film? "Sweet but inconsequential" according to TB. The Guardian begged to differ and gave it five stars.