Speed-posting, whip in hand

This will be a hurried entry, because I am trying to beat Tim. He is on his way home from dropping me off, but even if I utilise my snazzy speed-typing skills I highly doubt I'll get this post up before his appears because the cunning sod already wrote it and just has to click the publish button.

We have just returned, you see, from watching the new Indiana Jones movie, along with Lorna and Yaz, which may go some way to explaining the race-to-the-finish mood. Being a lazy bastard, of course, this is about as competitive as I get in the swashbuckly stakes.

I'm not sure whether I enjoyed the movie or the company more. And I'm not just talking about Tim and his incredible talent for not moving a muscle for the whole running time, or the fact that we three girls sounded like a bunch of nans (the phrase "he'll do himself a mischief" was never far from our lips).

I am also referring to the nutter we shared the cinema with, who insisted on interacting with the screen and sharing his astonishment at the plot developments. "No!" he shouted, more than once, and (on one very memorable occasion), "WHAT!"

The movie is very good - not, perhaps, as much of a movie feast as its predecessors but very amusing, highly entertaining and definitely worth watching. It has more Indy than your average Indy, but I guess when you're the franchise that created the cliches, you're a bit buggered when those cliches are too cliched to use any more.

And that will have to be that, because I really need to click publish...