Driving along yesterday by a park, I spotted a row of people with their dogs all SIT!ting next to them. Probably an obedience class or something.
Suddenly I heard a bark – one black and white dog had broken from the pack and was sprinting along. I was doing the speed limit or so – 50kmh – and so was the dog, parallel to the car. When I reached the end of the park and the gap in the fence, the dog slowed down a bit. I kept driving and looked back, no sign of it – it had probably gone back to its master for a telling off.
Last night watched the Remaking Of Pelham 123. Not as good as the original, I thought, but these things rarely are. I was trying to work out where I had seen the actress playing the woman in the command centre thingy before. Finally figured it out, 12 hours later on the train this morning: the psychiatrist from The Sopranos.