We were in the Empire, Leicester square (HUGE screen). The film + Q&A with director James Erskine, star kicker Jonny Wilkinson, etc. was being beamed live into 200 cinemas all round the UK. It's a dramatic tale told well with engaging characters. You don't have to be English (tick) or have much of a clue about rugby (tick) in order to appreciate it.
Here is a picture of the film poster in Oxford Circus:
And another one:
Here is a picture of a man that looks like Professor Robert Winston parking a swanky car in Covent Garden:
Here is a picture of me considering stealing the Rugby World Cup to take back home to Scotland to a hero's welcome:
Here is a picture of my tiramisu and coffee in Polpo, a cafe in covent garden (recommended by a pal and now recommended by me. Especially the fritto misto. I had to ask what that was, btw. Hmm? You already knew what fritto misto was? Really? Feeling smug?):
Here is a picture of me indicating the whereabouts of Big Ben:
This is where I ate some meatballs and spaghetti in Soho:
Here is the book I bought in Foyles, Charing Cross Rd to read on the train journey home:
Thanks, London. And New Black Films.