Walking out of the ANU Film Group screening of Wimbledon the other night, I overheard the following, between two bushy uni-bar type dudes:
-- Hey, that was alright for a chick-flick.
-- Yeah, I didn't mind it at all.
-- It really only had one thing wrong with it, eh?
-- What's that?
-- No Wombles. I thought they'd get at least one in there somewhere.