In the midst of a busy Holy Week Sally and I were due to go to a film premier in the Thompson Dry-Dock, or Titanic Dock to give it it's popular title in this season of all things Titanic, to see the premiere of a film about the aforesaid big boat... Now given that a) I'm just about sick to the back teeth with the Titanic, b) Holy Week is clerical chaos, c) My leg was hurting (Awww!) and d) the weather had changed from being summer-like the previous week when we were invited, back to mid-winter by the Tuesday we were due to go... I was seriously thinking about crying off... But a friend we haven't seen for ages, who was acting in it, had kindly offered us the tickets, so I felt bad about even contemplating this... Then they moved the venue from the open-air to the Great Hall in Belfast City Hall, removing one of my gripes, and we made our way there in good time... And I was glad we had made the effort... The event, unusually, began with the audie...
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