Watched Notting Hill tonight, part of the Julia Roberts season. And it lived up to what I'd expect for a Hugh Grant film. But it begs the question, why make it sooooo unbelievably unbelievable, rather than just slight fantasy? Maybe I've not been out and about enough, but since when does someone, having had fruit juice poured all over them, turn round and snog the offending juice thrower? From what little experience I have, anything like that normally gets you a hard slap, or some other painful violent outburst. Many a night did I end up with a pint of Breezer and IPA because I'd upset Jules for a reason I'd never be able to understand, because, and I quote, "You're a man...."
Maybe the Orange Juice Throw is a chatup I've missed, but I have to say it has to rank with the one I heard on Friday night about comparing a woman's bum to that of a small boy's....
