Later in the afternoon I walked out to Fort Kinnaird, and was helped at the snacks counter of the Odeon by a young woman with a Non-Compliant tattoo<\/a> on her bicep. I complimented her on it, and she was pleased that I knew what it was.<\/p>\n The film I went to see was The Last Witch Hunter<\/i><\/a>, which isn’t nearly as bad as the critics’ consensus suggests. It’s not great, and Michael Caine in particular gives one of the least inspired performances of his career, but for a couple of hours of save-the-world urban fantasy? You could do a lot worse. I like Vin Diesel, and I’m inclined to give him a pass on minor missteps.<\/p>\n Other recent watchings:<\/p>\n Music:<\/p>\n Books:<\/p>\n My hotel room tried to kill me last night.<\/p>\n It’s Edinburgh in October, so it’s cold. There was an extra blanket in the wardrobe, and I put it over the bed before I went to sleep. I woke up an hour later wheezing and sneezing, with puffy eyes, and a furiously scratchy throat. The blanket felt like wool, but I reacted to it like it was horse hair. Fortunately I travel with a good supply of antihistamines. I opened the window wide and spent an hour flushing my lungs before I could breathe cleanly enough to get back to sleep. The blanket stays in its cave tonight, and I just sleep with my socks and sweater on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In Edinburgh again. Ho hum. I bought the first two issues of Bitch Planet separately when they first came out, but then I missed #3. Yesterday on my way from Waverley to my B&B, I popped in to Forbidden Planet and bought the volume 1 collected edition. Later in the afternoon I walked out to … <\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/sunpig.com\/martin\/images\/2015\/bitch-planet.jpg\")
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