A lot to talk about this week, but will put all on hold to mention a film I saw the other night - Burma VJ.
I noticed the poster for it as I walked past the cinema. It was on one night only. That night.
The picture was of a monk talking into a loudspeaker. I decided to go.
It was uplifting, painful, dispiriting and deeply moving.
It felt all the more pertinent because I'd just read Eyewear's blog about Afghanistan about an hour before I went.
The most lasting image of the film (for me) was of a dead monk, floating face down in a river. I couldn't tell what were robes and what was blood.