Last night I watched The Day The Earth Stood Still (2008) with the old man on
the sofa. Neither of us spoke or moved in the two hour
running time, except to take occasional sips from our
drinks: a bottle of madeira (me) and the new Stella
cider (him.) The sun set and the rain came down and
the alcohol disappeared. Then at the end of the film,
the old man got up from the sofa, stretched, and said, I can’t remember the last time I sat through such mindless
drivel. I nodded, and
we went to bed.
It’s definitely an N word.
