Nice but, not funny

We went to see the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film on Saturday. It was a belated birthday treat for my 6 year-old niece and a chance for our daughter to play with her again. They used to spend a lot of time together before we moved last year. Now it's an 80 mile round trip and whilst we visit our parents often, it isn't always easy to fit in a visit to my sister as she works shifts.

It was a busy day. Our daughter had her first swimming lesson at 10:30, then an hour's drive to my Mum's, lunch, pick up my niece, cinema, food, bit of shopping, back to my Mum's for the twins and then home. Got back around 10:15pm. Worn out.

The swimming went quite well in the end. Our little one is a bit shy of new people and situations so she took a bit of persuading and her Mum had to sit poolside with her whilst I played human Buckaroo with all the bags and the twins. There were four kids in the lesson and two tutors so one of them spent a few minutes coaxing her into the pool. Once she got in and started to do the activities she was fine, she was very full of herself on the way up to her Grandma's house.

We left the twins with my parents. I say parents but really it's Mum, my brother and sisters. Dad loves the kids but he's adept at not noticing a stinky nappy or a tantrum. I don't think he does it on purpose, he literally doesn't see or hear them unless he's focussing on them. Apparently this is a pretty standard male trait, something evolutionary to do with not needing interpersonal skills to sit on a rock all day waiting for dinner to trot past. I'm not convinced of the theory but it might explain why my wife is always saying things like, "I TOLD you I was going shopping today."

Any-who the film was OK, don't worry I'm not going to review it. People laughed in places that just weren't funny, at least I couldn't see the humour. There was one woman who laughed at nearly everything, including the adverts before it started. You know the type of person? Probably got no TV at home so finds tired jokes replayed by bored Ad-men hilarious, no doubt she'd find 'Last of the Summer Wine' a bit too risque.

Towards the end of the movie there's a scene where Willy Wonka is having his haircut and has his hat off, our daughter turns to her Mum, "Mummy, Willy Wonka looks like you."

Great. Does that mean I'm attracted to Johnny Depp? He does look half female after all.