Buttery biscuit base...

We once ate some Fru puds and they came in glass ramekins. We finally found a use!

two frappuccino's and a twenty piece share box later...

Last night the pair of us ventured to Leeds to watch Wuthering Heights in the town hall, it was playing as part of the Leeds Film Festival, we got to sit at the front on the balcony thanks to Becky's very sharp elbows. The room that the film was shown in was beautiful with every inch of it covered in something ornate and gold, plus they had Micheal Buble playing... so we were in heaven as you can imagine. It felt tres christmassy! 

Blurb from the website:

Building on the success of Red Road and Fishtank and breaking new cinematic ground, Andrea Arnold has cemented her reputation as one of Britain’s leading filmmakers with a bold and sensual adaptation of Emily Bronte’s famous novel. An excellent cast present fresh interpretations of the novel’s larger than life characters including an intense and feral performance from Leeds newcomer James Howson as Heathcliff. Transcending the usual pitfalls of the literary adaptation, the new screen version of Wuthering Heights relies on masterful cinematic techniques rather than excessive dialogue or prosaic storytelling. Superb cinematography, editing and sound design converge in a hypnotic synthesis of sound and image evoking the rugged, weatherbeaten beauty of the Yorkshire landscape, the unsentimental vigour of the natural world and the voyeuristic intensity of the novel’s raw emotional power. Wuthering Heights could be the most tactile literary adaption in film history.

Having read the book quite recently I thought for me personally the film was going to be a let down with the characters and the house not looking how I'd imagined. Fortunately the story was shown from quite an obscure angle with very little talking ( thankfully seen as they were all trying to put on strong Yorkshire accents, some failing ) it was raw from start to finish and completely twagic. It's safe to say we both loved it, apart from Effy off skins as Catherine, she was turd and her accent was shocking. Hats off to Leeds own James Howson who I thought was an amazing Heathcliffe, bit put off when he started humping the dead Catherine but I suppose they were pretty isolated up in them moors.  

The highlight of the night has got to be the journey home, to start us off its beyond freezing, then while standing in Leeds bus station we come across a number of rather pungent passengers. Then! we board the 117 to Wakefield bus station thinking it will take 44 mins (as this is what the timetable told us) but oh no Mr Douche bag our lovable 180 year old bus driver decides this journey should take us over an hour with random stops at which I can only pressume he used to roll himself a fag. As when we arrived at the next random stop he hopped off to spark one up. We were not impressed, Arriva can expect a colourful letter of complaint coming their way. Plus to top it all off once we got to Wakefield and were waiting for our lift home a man that looked like Golem started to inch ever closer to us. Thankfully brother Phillip made a speedy entrance and saved us.