In
which G.M. Norton offers startling insight.
I’ve
been watching a lot of films recently. As I get older, I’m finding that my
concentration levels are becoming more and more abysmal. If I’m going to commit
to sitting in front of the idiot’s lantern for anything more than half an hour,
then I need somebody to accompany me.
Thankfully,
I have my beloved for such things.
I
must confess, she has only agreed to watch a handful of the films that we’ve
now enjoyed together. For the others, she has said that she would read her book
or “half watch” (no, I’m not sure either). But having been together for more
than eleven years, I know that if she is sat next to me reading a novel, albeit
on one of those popular electronic book devices, she will get distracted and
then drawn into the film.