There’s a special kind of magic to ordering a film and having it show up on the day of its release.
True, it means that I see a population explosion at Movie Night. People who I might not see from one Christmas to the next will drag themselves to the Legion if I’ve got something brand-new with Judi Dench or Meryl Streep.
It’s not even as if I’m massively organised, as such. I see the TV adverts for whatever’s on in the cinema, I run a search online, and bingo-bango, preordered.
It may be my only real form of exercise, running around at Movie Night, but it’ll do. For now, anyway.
Don’t get me wrong. A time will come when I invest in trainers that are not just used to keep my feet warm while I’m watching telly. I’m just not quite at that point yet.