Where the Truth Lies

Last night I was watching a film on TV called Where the Truth Lies, directed by Atom Egoyan. The film opens in 1957 where a nightclub comedy duo (Colin Firth and Kevin Bacon) are at the top of their profession and internationally famous, until the body of a dead girl is discovered in their hotel suite, although they are never officially charged in connection with the death it ends their partnership and effectively ruins their career. Fifteen years later, an ambitious young journalist (Alison Lohman) is writing a book about the duo, and becomes preoccupied with finding out the truth about the girl's death. Before long her investigation leads her into a dangerous world of sex and deceit. As with most Egoyan films, this one frequently moves back and forth between the past and the present and often features the same events from a variety of different perspectives. I enjoyed it actually I thought it was fun.

I was off work today and so I decided to go out to Glasgow, which is about forty-five miles away. I left my home at around eleven and headed up to the bus station. After waiting in the ticket queue for nearly twenty minutes I managed to get a return ticket to Glasgow and luckily just managed to catch the bus before it left. The journey took about an hour and a quarter, mainly because of people getting on and haggling with the driver about the price. It was cloudy and dull when I left Edinburgh but Glasgow was dry and blazing sunshine. I went along to Borders and had a look around. About an hour later I went up to a Buger King (which, due to a problem with the machinery, wasn't selling any burgers) and so I had a chicken royale meal with fries and coke. I don't go to Burger King much, but I do quite like it and I prefer it to MacDonalds. I went back to Borders and bought a complete and unabridged audio CD pack of Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman, and read by Gaiman. It's a collection of short stories and so I thought it would be perfect for my iPod. It's funny but it's been about a year and a half since I went to Glasgow, and Borders has not changed at all. I actually quite liked that. I caught the bus back at around half past four and got home at around quarter past six.

On a humorous note, I had been watching an episode of The League of Gentlemen last night and on the way into Glasgow I noticed that someone had painted the words "YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE" onto the welcome sign for a small town.