To the flicks this week to see Golden Compass. I'd tried to read the book on which it's based, Philip Pullman's Northern Lights, ages ago and couldn't get my head around daemons and talking polar bears so gave up the book in a strop. So this wasn't my ideal sort of film to sit through but I did so and fairly enjoyed it. If I had to rate it I'd give it 6 out of 10.
However, it did prompt me to wonder what my own daemon would be. I'd like a large black furry dog which at a a moment's notice could turn into a ladybird I could store in a matchbox.