Things I'd forgotten

While I was outside having a fag or two, things from the weekend started coming back to me. I watched The 39 Steps (1935), one of my favourite films, and in my opinion the best version of it. When I got back from the pub last night I watched Mae West in My Little Chickadee (again), while eating a fry-up and enjoying the pint of cider I'd brought home with me. Come to think of it I had a fry-up for dinner on Saturday too. I suppose I'd better have something else this evening.