What I really want to do is go see the new Indiana Jones in one of the Gold Class cinemas around Auckland. I want to stretch out on the super-comfy first-class aeroplane seat and have the movie staff ply me with champagne and chocolates throughout the movie.
For the time being, though, I'll have to settle for watching Weeds on TV. It's not bad. Highly disturbing in many ways, but not bad at all. Still, watch this space for the Indiana Jones. I'm not in the habit of giving up my dreams.