What's On (in Autumn)?
No, I'm not going to buy any one of these £140 knitted skirts from PURE, even if they're beautiful to look at, soft to the touch, and swishy and glamorous in an autumnal kind of way. And yes, I've imagined myself wearing suede knee-high boots with these skirts, sauntering around streets and pathways covered in fallen leaves, and becoming the embodiment of everything I ever wanted myself to be. Who needs New York when you can swish warmly past cyclists and dog-walkers in Edinburgh parks, thinking: I have my talents, and a swishy, knitted skirt. And my long black coat that I haven't worn since early spring. Gina is truly a child of the autumn, and a soul made for winter. Sipping whisky (and coke) in a bar while the wind and rain rattles the window. I love the sun but cannot bathe in it, only watch it from afar. The cold seasons come to me like a loving long-lost friend, poised to embrace me, as I smile.
The cinema, I'm afraid, I've been scaling back and may continue to do so. I did enjoy Mission Impossible: Something while Ocean's 8 was not terrible. I felt no urge to review either, and having lost my Cameo cinema membership card somewhere at the Cameo, I may rely on Filmhouse, which has fewer trashy films, and a less intimate feel, but is much, much cheaper. Note to Cameo cinema: instead of throwing away the membership cards of customers that you find, as is apparently your policy, maybe try holding on to them - and by 'them' I mean both the card and the customer.
Things to look out for? The return of Lady Gaga in A Star Is Born (release 5 October), and as for the rest, I'll play it by ear.But anyway, tis the season to be careful with money. One year to go, and theoretically, my PhD will be over. Then like leaves in a cool autumn breeze, I will be carried somewhere, to a place of salaries and financial rewards, a place where Gina will finally splurge out on beautiful knitted skirts, and an attitude that says: I have fucking earned this.