Tangled, chop sticks and noodles

"No, Uncle Michael, this is how you do it", Morgan said, obviously unconvinced by the way I was using my chop sticks in Wagamama on Sunday afternoon. Morgan picked up the joined sticks and ordered me to break her utensils apart, a simple job, which I somehow managed to bruise my fingers carrying out. Our niece then proceeded to instruct me on the proper way to go about using your sticks, picking them up, shuffling them through her fingers and into the eating position. Not bad for a six year old, but then I would not expect anything less of Morgan. She's a smart little fortune cookie.
It had been a while since I had attempted chop sticks and was my first visit to a Wagamama, both of which Morgan was apparently a regular with, so with her help, she had Ka and myself eating contentedly in no time, scoffing our noodles and beef teriyaki soba.
Morgan even knows how to deter Ka from spending too much time in Primark. Surely a wonderful skill to possess. After lunch we followed Ka into the ever popular clothing retailer however Morgan made sure we spent as little time inside as possible, insisting that I make no comment upon the clothing that Ka was asking our opinion on. We simply replied her in a forced silence. We were out within ten minutes after entering the shop. It worked. I may take Morgan to the shops with us more often.
We were out for a spot of lunch before popping our 3D specs on again and enjoying the latest Disney flick, Tangled, the tale of Rapunzel, the Brother Grimm story about the Princess, kidnapped from her Mother and Father for her magical powers by a wicked old bint and imprisoned in a lonely tower, hidden away in the forest.
The animation was great and the way the animators modelled the new CGI artistic technologies with more traditional artwork was brilliant. The landscapes, water and hair effects were particularly great in some scenes and paired with the dazzling colours just show how each animation, whether under the name of Disney or Pixar, or both, is just getting better and better with each new release.
Earlier in the week, Ka and myself had went again to the cinema with Dougie and Grace, to see 'Morning Glory'. 'Glory' is a light weight comedy drama starring Rachel McAdams as an aspiring TV producer who hires a grumpy, gargoyle like Harrison Ford to work alongside a pissed off, skeletal Diane Keaton to host a failing Morning News show called Daybreak.
What a great name for a failing Morning TV show.
Harrison Ford spends the film looking like someone's slapped his face whilst a certain other morning show of the same name has fallen flat on it's face being presented by a slapped arse.
Anyway, nothing amazing, nothing hilairious, but all watchable enough. That's Rachel McAdams, not the movie. The movie was entertaining and likable enough until we got outside into the Glasgow streets and got drenched walking back to the car.
These two movies in the one week were good to go and see though as a bit of entertaining escapism. Especially good after the last movies we seen consisted of female Ballet Dancers losing the plot in dark, psychological thrillers and Harry Potter still not dying after, yet another, 'darker than the last one', three hours of mildly meandering British star addled film.
The weeks to come will hopefully consist of the Coen Brothers latest, 'True Grit', Pegg and Frost getting back together again for 'Paul' and the Bale and Wahlberg boxing drama, 'The Fighter'.
Other movies out at the moment include Clint Eastwood's latest 'Hereafter', starring Matt Damon concerning the afterlife and three different folk coming to terms with a death and another movie called 'Rabbit Hole' starring Nicole Kidman about a youngish couple coming to terms with the loss of their daughter.
I think we'll skip those ones.
Probably better off with Yogi Bear.