The thing about seeing a film in the afternoon is it means me, in a dark room, right in the middle of the three o'clocks. It's the hour I fade at the best of times, and Sundays are 100 times worse. But we saw Jackie, and it was brilliant, and I only slept for a small part of it. I mean, performance drama and a honey-malt choc-top is my kind of day. As is a late afternoon gin, which we also managed, so not mad at any of it.