And now the Male is leaving, for good, and I don't want him to go.

I really don't want him to go.

We went out last night to dinner, and along the way walked past the cinemas, to see if anything good was on. "Look," he said, "Trent Reznor's getting into movies." He pointed to the Harry Potter poster, to Alan Rickman's bad dye job (man: delicious, hair: nigh on a catastrophe) and I laughed. Later, after a good Italian meal and half a bottle of wine each, we returned to watch the movie itself, deciding that Harry Potter pissed would be an amusing venture.

In the foyer, queueing for tickets, we saw the Lord of the Rings trailer.

Meep!

Jaws hit the floor, and I was reduced to little whiny noises for a good ten minutes.

However, Harry Potter was fun. It misses, of course, all the beautiful subtly and detail of the books. But it was delightful. Mr Rez- ah, Rickman was simply lovely, and the kids were perfect, but one casting decision/acting performance that I'm amazed hasn't received more comment was that of the kid playing Draco Malfoy. How perfect was the little blond smirking snot? He was great!

Him and finally seeing Quidditch were the two absolutely best things about that movie.