Sentience in a seed-pod

So last week I was having a drink with Mark and Rodrik and Mark (as usual) is sms-distracted. It entails a boa, and a girl named Wendy. And possibly, another girl named Diane. The details, at least for me, are a little sketchy. The evening ends. I go for dinner with Laura. Mark and Rodrik go for dinner with Wendy, the boa girl.

So Saturday night I went to a party because Adhil is going away. Wendy was there. Coincidence?

Yip.

Anyway, she loves Reservoir Dogs, which I hated. In fact, Quentin is not my favourite artist in general. Pulp fiction was ok, but I think John Travolta and Sam Jackson (I cast off as if I know him just because I once watched him play golf in Hermanus) rescued a mediocre script. Of course, it's pulp, and doesn't strictly pretend to be anything else. Or does it?

I didn't tell her that Michael (yes, the movie about the angel who smokes) is my favourite movie of all time for fear of ridicule. How uncharacteristic, although I was a little tipsy - hence, self-conscious. Anyway, I've always picked didactic movies above cosmetic ones...