Went into town for some retail therapy yesterday. In Monki (where I got a great massive sack of a shirt - so comfy!) I whipped the camera out in the changing rooms, forgetting there were big holes in the door and that people could probably see me. What a weird sight I must have been! Later in the day I met up with my friend A for some fika at Vurma where there were people snogging in the corners. And they were not teenagers which was a bit disconcerting. Anyway, me and A decided to go to the cinema so we went to see the new Woody Allen film Vicky Cristina Barcelona which was surprisingly good. The cinema itself was pure 1950's eye candy, even down to the usher, an elderly gentleman with a moustache and a waistcoat, I so wish I'd snuck a picture of him now.