However, after the match, more TV was watched. While perhaps nobody would blame me for getting further into the totally mysterious Lost, which was on later on, I have to admit rather enjoying a bit of a chick-flick.
The movie in question was Jersey Girl, a rather odd title for a movie. It has some classic chick-flick formulaic writing. A guy, whose wife dies in childbirth, brings up his daughter, meets a girl and then finds out what's important to him. It even involves a bi-partite character journey involving two meetings with Will Smith. However...
...I liked it. J-Lo's appearance is thankfully brief. The performance of the child actor in the role of the seven year old daughter is entrancing and funny. There's some neat comic writing, and it both follows and challenges the stereotypes of chick flicks. Liv Tyler as the love-interest for the widower is a really good character - she's slightly dangerous and they fall for each other over a conversation about porn.
Although there's a standard "dad returns to be in the kid's school play" scene, they also send this up, with every other parent/kid in the school show doing "Memory from Cats" where they've chosen to do a scene from Sweeney Todd. Perhaps it was this latter detail which sold the movie to me the most. The performance of a seven year old girl in the role of Mrs Lovett, convincingly executing the rather difficult Sondheim piece had me entranced. If I ever father a daughter, I hope she's as keen/capable.
I'm a sentimental old fool.
Other softness issues
I'm still over-padded, but losing weight. Not as much as I'd hoped. However, the jeans which fit me last August fit me again... so that's a good sign.