morning film festival

I awoke this morning with my flatmate poking her head through my door and saying:

"Hog - there is some sort of animal in our garden"

Intrigue had me out of bed like a jackrabbit, but there was no animal to be seen by the time I got to the kitchen. Apparently it had looked like a baby deer, with the horns just starting to show. My theories are:

1. emaciated fox
2. large ginger cat
3. shereene was hallucinating/still asleep
4. shereene caught a glimpse of the devil keeping tabs on her soul.

I went back to bed and got stuck into a mini Kenneth Anger retrospective, watching 'Scorpiuo Rising', 'Inaugaration of the Pleasure Dome' and a short interview from French TV. I then started on a Jimmy Stewart double bill which I'm not quite done with yet.

[EDIT: the existence of the deer has been confirmed and reported to the RSPCA, who are 'a bit stretched' at the moment and said to just leave a bowl of water out for it. Clearly this sort of thing happens every day in St Andrews. Have named the deer Rambi.]