Well, technically it was yesterday I watched it. But I wanted to make this post, as I made similar ones in the past – for Black Panther, Avengers Infinity War, and Captain Marvel. Each of those stood out in some way. Black Panther had majority black cast and took place in Africa (and I’d never seen that many black people at a cinema), Infinity War was a culmination of all the previous films, featuring all our beloved heroes, and Captain Marvel was the first female superhero film in the Marvel Cinematic Universe–only took them 11 years.
A Black Widow movie was due a good five or six years ago, but at least they finally made it, only for it to be delayed by the pandemic. But it’s here now, at last, also available on Disney+ for an extra charge (for now). It’s the first time I’ve gone to the cinema since the pandemic (last film I watched at the movies was Knives Out, which incidentally became one of my favourite films of all time). When the lights went out and the Marvel Studios intro started playing on the screen, I felt shivers down my spine. I was surprised by that myself!
As for the movie, 10/10 would recommend. And not just to Marvel fans.
If you have glanced at my blog before, you will know that I’m always into seeing any unusual sign. I spotted this one on my Easter Sunday walk in Prestwich (area of Manchester), at the St Mary’s church graveyard.
It’s not a joke! The graveyard is quite old and there are fallen headstones; you can see a leaning stone cross on the left there, with a background of daffodils. The more recent deceased have their resting places on the right side of that wall, on a little hill under the trees. This leads to Prestwich Clough, a little piece of land of woods, which I have enjoyed having a wander in on previous occasions.
You know what’s genius about this? That is the statue of Sir Robert Peel. Robert Peel (1788-1850) was a Conservative politician; he served as a Prime Minister and a Home Secretary under Queen Victoria, and was also–the founder of the modern police force.
I was walking down a street–Peter Street, to be precise, in this our city of Manchester–coming back from Castlefield (see my previous two posts) when I spotted this:
Impossible is, according to their description on Google “Whimsical nightspot with a theatre and gin bar, serving Asian street food–inspired pub grub”. As all similar places are now, it’s closed, because you know.
Of course, you find hand sanitisers at all sorts of places these days but what’s funny about this one is that it’s installed there temporarily. As you are no doubt able to observe, these are market stalls. Markets in Piccadilly Gardens only open Wednesday to Saturday (maybe Sunday, but I have no idea, I’ve not been to town on a Sunday in years). So when the markets are not there, neither is the hand sanitiser. I just love it so much.
I have quite a collection of them now. I chose one in every position for this post.
Someone does clear them, though, because they don’t stay like that for long. Like usually when you see one of these, the next day they’re gone. This is just a sample, by the way, I still have more pictures, all from my neighbourhood.