My plan to not show Kelly my flat until it was tidy went awry when she texted me to ask if she could use my loo. I was depressed by her safe and twee answers to questions on the half hour walk to the theatre. Then when we got to the theatre I realised I'd not thought to bring my glasses and sat through the Chungking Express squinting and looking away periodically. It was a bad film masquerading as a good one, though at least I got to see Wong Faye. Not hot, but I like her song, you're happy so I'm happy too, which did not feature in the film. Then we went to a spit and sawdust pub with a live jazz band called the Lighthouse. After Anna left I dug Kelly out a bit and discovered there is a more interesting person beneath the veneer of vapid.