No run today. As so often happens, my fish and chips last night seemed to become a signal, or more than a signal – an <em>instruction</em>, to my body that good, healthy wholesomeness is over for the week. So this morning I eschewed a run and chewed a bacon sarnie instead. Then a chocolatey afternoon and some more fatty fast food as I dashed off to the cinema once more, this time to see Fahrenheit 9/11.
I enjoyed this film immensely. It’s not perfect. It omits plenty of stuff that’s inconvenient for Moore’s conviction that the war was nothing but a vehicle for the economic interests of Bush and the gang pulling his strings. But it’s a brilliant piece of polemic, and as I watched it I wanted to shout for joy that the other side of the argument was at last being heard, and being heard in packed cinemas all over the planet.
