This afternoon I watched Casino Royale for the umpteenth time. I just fancied a bit of 007. o.k, he’s a misogynist pig, and lord knows what he’d think of me ad my girlfriend, but there’s something in Flemings character which appeals. That is the nature of cinephilia: it is a love which goes beyond comprehension and articulation, yet paradoxically forces one to reflect. I cannot explain why I love bond, but I feel the need to explain my love to legitimise it. So in effect in the process of the explanation I must explain that I cannot explain. See why I’ve taken 2 years ant 31500 words to write this thesis.

Physics is easy!