A Sunday kinda thing

Dined in good company at Masala Zone off Carnaby Street. I'm not a great fan of Indian restaurants as most of them serve a very anglicised interpretation of the cuisine, but this was reasonably priced and lip smackingly decent. Saw 'Private' at the Curzon afterwards. It's a film inspired by real-life events, with Israeli soldiers setting up camp in a Palestinian's house, with the owner and his family refusing to leave. A good film with an important message.

After that, I toddled off on my lonesome to see Madredeus (Mother of God) in performance at the RFH. While Mariza's recent performance was a barnstormer, watching Madredeus was like visiting an old friend, with that same warmth and intimacy. When Teresa Salgueiro got her groove on in the second half, singing the back catalogue, it brought back an awful lot of memories for me.

Give Fearless a saudade state of mind with a fado.