Saturday night, I went to see Plumbob Millionaire, the new Danny Boy film. It's good, but, like many Danny Boy films (Trainspotting, The Beach, 28 Days Later), it begins memorably, and then rather tails off. (Can you remember how Trainspotting ends, for example?)
Anyway, afterwards I went with a couple of colleagues to Wagamama, which, apparently, is not something you'd do to a MILF, but a type of faux-oriental restaurant, with benches and chopsticks. It was full of lots of other middle-aged middle-class people, so we went in and had a meal. I had a delicious dish with what appeared to be genetically-modified noodles (the word 'girth' comes to mind), and then for dessert, joy and bliss - coconut ice cream! Where do restaurants get their coconut ice cream from? I can find just about every other type of ice cream in the supermarkets - raspberry, blaspberry, blueberry, rueberry, neapolitan, metropolitan, cosmopolitan, spagnola, spinoza, and even leibniz-flavoured (with a sprinkling of monads) - but never can I find coconut.