'Dawn of the Dead' comes fairly well-recommended; zombie montages plus Johnny Cash are disturbing on surprisingly primal levels, although the rest of the film is a pitched battle between that level of accomplishment and horror generica. Spend today wandering around the capital; went and looked at the Sex Gherkin, then up the Northern Line to my new home. I'm quietly freaking out.

Cornwall and the Mediterranean this summer. Both feet off the ground.