Sublime

Wow. The drive to work this morning was one of those drives. I'm sure someone, somewhere, can relate- Where every song lyric, English or Hebrew, suddenly seemed to be sending me direct messages?

I only hope that the subliminality ended once I exited the car, however. The downtown Jerusalem busker in my current earshot (a trombonist, noch! Don't see one of them every day, even in this crazy town) has just finished working his way through his From The Movies selection: So we've had "Armageddon","Schindler's List" and the interesting choice of the song Evita sings before she dies, all of which I sincerely hope do not pertain in any way to today's meetings or my weekend plans. Well, I guess you'll hear about it before I do.

Before you snort and dismiss me as some oddball who reads messages into everything, I have seven words for you. Tim Burton's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I know damn well that I can't have been the only person slavering for Wonka's Whipple-Scrumptious Fudge Mallow Delight, or frankly anything vaguely close, from about 8.3 minutes in. The overpowering, not very subtle Homer Simpson-esque urge to devour copious quantities of chocolate distracted me sufficiently from Johnny Depp's disturbing Jacko impersonations, although the oddness of British actors discussing Dollars, Candy and Pants (in the non-underwear sense) did not escape me.

All I can say is, thank goodness my wonderful friend had had the pertinent foresight to smuggle a veritable stash of decent choccy into the cinema! The attendants, rather than complain about our post-credits noshing in the aisles, willingly partook of our unhealthy but much-needed feast. And if I needed anymore proof of the outright subliminal message (is that a contradiction in terms?) of that film, (as opposed to any other films about Lions, witches and furniture currently provoking debates about Christian messaging) The Devil got in on the act in the UK and cornered the market! And I doubt I'd have been as principled as to not contribute towards their dirty profits under the haze of such a strong chocolate spell.

OK. Well there is nothing else to do now but pop to the shop and buy some "Click" with wafers and almonds. Lord, I have to stop doing this to myself.