The reason packing stresses me out is because I know there’ll be things that I’ll need to pack that I’ll also need on the morning I leave. So not everything’s going to make it into the suitcase the night before; I’m relying on keeping a clear head the next morning so I don’t forget anything. And four hours’ sleep + too much lager = anything but a clear head. Among the items I left in Belfast: shaving foam (meh), towel (damn), flip flops (FUUUUCK!!).
One ticket would do me, sure. Two films today, but I’ll just pop back to the hostel for the second one, cos sure it doesn’t start til around nine or something, right?
Shortly before the film, Fred Wiseman’s At Berkeley, I left the BFI Southbank (a nice cinema — clean, spacious, stylishly furnished in bold black and red, a theatrical colour scheme serving to enhance the occasion), which I had been using for its wifi – immeasurably superior to that in my hostel – to get a big bag of chocolate and a bottle of Fanta. This I justify on my diet by eating eff all else most of the time so my calorie count is nice and low! Have I no sense?