My wife and I went to see a recently popular film at the cinema, the second in a planned sequence of releases related to a work of fiction.  While watching the film and, after we left the theatre, we asked ourselves, “Is this really all there is?  Bad acting and essentially a repeat of the first film?”  Of course, all films are repetitious and essentially people pretending to be what/who they are not, always unconvincingly (especially if you are completely unwilling to suspend your disbelief).

That, and my lack of desire to memorise lyrics of new songs tell me I am happily ensconced in the cultural signposts and trappings of a particular youth of my generation’s decaying belief in one’s invincibility.

What’s next?