A Town Called Panic

After our bike ride yesterday, we treated ourselves to a posh meal at La Fourchette. It must have been the fourth restaurant to book as all were fully booked. I still can't believe that the most useful search keywords to use were 'posh restaurant Brighton'. It started off very well, starters and service all very good but their sea bass was heavily boned. I made the mistake of re-ordering it and it was nearly as bad. Made up for it by having the Pear amandine with vanilla ice cream. Delicious!

Sunday should have been another training session especially as the weather kept its promise of being warm. However, the house and garden were a tip so spent some energy tidying and mowing. I also wasted £3.50 of 5 minutes looking around a photography sale at the Racecourse. It was more like a carboot sale of old camera crap. It would have been £10 (a tenner!?) if I'd been there before 10am.

For our animation amusement. we saw A Town Called Panic at the Duke of Yorks. If you're familiar with the Cravendale milk adverts, then you'll understand the simple yet manic style of animation I'm talking about. The trailer below looked hilarious. Unfortunately, the whole thing was just above average. There were some lovely, endearing touches with the three central characters of Cowboy, Indian and the Horse, all spoken in manic French. The problem really was either the format is better in short 2 minute periods for the jokes or one for the stoners.

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