It sounds like two people punching dustbins in front of a large choir and a kettle drum.
I'm in Starbucks again for my end-of-the-day wind-down. Quite why I need one today though, is beyond me; this afternoon was our company jolly, I ought to be thoroughly wound-down already.
It occurs to me that I work with two types of people: professionals with growing families, and post-uni-somethings who haven't worked out that you shouldn't swear in front of children. This left me with the unenviable choice of sitting with people who sprinkle the F-word over their bottles of Cidre, and being awkward and weird around other people's families.
Eloi and Andrea rescued me with a game of Fluxx, which they had cunningly brought along with them for people who had fallen out of love with the bouncy castle. Fluxx is a complicated card game, and as we sat round discussing the nuances of the rules, we were constantly passed by people who didn't understand.
"Who's winning?" asked the Big Cheese with a pearly grin.
"Hard to say," came the predictable reply.
The Big Cheese shrugged his shoulders and strode off to the gents.
I don't mind Batman. He's innovative and dark. I don't mind Superman either - he's noble and strong. But why do they have to fight each other? I don't want to see the movie: when it came out I remember saying: it'll be two thirds buildup, one third teamup - these films always are. From the soundtrack as well, it seems to me like it's another case of saving the city by smashing it to pieces. Well done fellas.
I'd have gone for a film about Clark and Bruce on a road trip, going to great (and hilarious) lengths to keep their identities secret from each other in the Mid West. Maybe they'd even play a complicated card game without noticing that Clark's using X-ray vision and Bruce has rigged the deck.
It's a wonder I'm not living in Hollywood, isn't it?
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