Did something I'd never done before this morning: watch a W.C. Fields film. And boy was it the perfect exams of a time capsule. The Bank Dick has aged really crudely and the comedy was pretty light overall. I guess it went down a treat when it came out in 1940, but it pales in comparison to any of its contemporaries. Charlie Chaplin and Keaton rocked the silent age and Duck Soup is still a great talking comedy so I'm not really sure what the appeal is for this film. Need to read into it a bit more perhaps.
Waited up at the coach station to welcome Rebecca back into Bournemouth. We had a very easy going evening full if stir fry and Mario Kart. Going to be enjoying the company of Rebecca a bit more over the next week as she will be leaving for the summer very soon.
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