So blue... funny how it seems...

For Pear: Since you knew it would end up here.

L, Pear and I went to a movie premiere this evening for "Wimbledon". It has been described by some as a "Good date movie" by a fellow blogger. This would mean to me that it is generally inoffensive to all and will give any women a general glow of satisfaction.

On the way home from the movie, we were discussing movies that stir our emotions for good or ill. But then we settled on the classic tear-jerkers that always work for us. "Truly, Madly, Deeply" got high reviews from this select group. The crowd was split when it came to "Bridges of Madison County", "Out of Africa" and "Working Girl". What works for some, seems lame for another.

But the general consensus was that sometimes you really just have to have a really good cry, and for those moments one has that favourite movie that can always be relied upon. Slip it on, get comfy on the couch with tissues at the ready, and be prepared to drown your sorrows.

Men may get blue balls, and need a jolly good wank to relieve the tension. I get a blue heart and need a good cry. Either way, the tissue companies do well out of us all.