It’s not often I get to the cinema these days, so yesterday was a real treat for me, offering as it did, the chance to see the new Indy film in an almost empty cinema.  I went in to the film with some fairly low expectations following reports from various friends, but was very pleasantly surprised, and was instantly transported again to the gibbering state of fandom one would normally associate with an 8-year-old with a new set of Pokemon (or whatever those crazy kids are playing with these days. Crack, perhaps.)

If you haven’t seen it yet (and I think I might be the last person  on the planet to go see it) then it is a proper old school Indy flick, full of thrills and spills and Harrison Ford pushing his age aside with the same age that Indy used to escape from Nazis.  Great to see Karen Allen reprise her role too, and Shia LeBeouf proves once again why Spielberg thinks he’s found his new muse.

After two hours of joy, went back witht he boys and listened to QOTSA’s Songs for the Deaf, an album that diminishes not a jot with the passing years, as well as the Priestess album Hello Master, which is a right rollicking journey through rock.

Anyway, lunchtime over.