So the other night Anya and I are watching The Departed, about the Irish mob in Boston, surrounded by Irish people in Dundrum Cinemas. It was funny watching a film with so many references to Boston Irish-ness; dingy pubs, peodophile priests, drunk fathers, bad hair, bleak outlook, from the very place where these references were drawn.

I had a hard time holding in my glee during the extremely violent scenes. I think I laugh because I am so shocked by the candid knee-capping and head shots. Sometimes I am aware of it while I am doing, but in the dark, crowded theatre I just let the laughter fly.