In The Spirit
of making this QOTW amusing I've just remembered this tale. I'm sure I've told it here before but fuck it.

An ex and I used to go to the flicks every Tuesday, usually to watch terrible horror movies - 'cos we liked them. This was in the days when you'd get two movies for your money with an intermission between them.

So there we were. Sitting in the back row of the movies, first flick finished and the lights came up while they were changing reels for the main movie. An employee of the house appeared at the bottom of the aisle, in front of the screen, with ice-cream goodness to sell.

Me and the ex chatted while we waited for the next flick and I was casually watching the other cinema-goers. One strapping Geordie lad bought a couple of ices off the purveyor of ice-creams and was walking back to his seat, one ice in each hand.

Then, suddenly, from one of the curtains covering the fire exits, a shambling monstrosity appeared. Off-green skin tone, ripped clothing, lots of visible festering wounds, head to one side - the whole Zombie experience. And it was moaning.

The strapping Geordie lad, Cornettos clutched proudly in each hand (thus rendering him almost defenceless),did what any other full-blooded Geordie would do. He screamed like a girl and kicked the Zombie right in the knackers.

Zombie dropped like a bag of shit and now the moans sounded much more real.

It turned out that the Zombie was a member of the theatre staff who was dressed up to promote the next weeks horror offering.

To be honest, it's the best thing, EVA, I've seen at the movies.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 18 Jul 2008, 15:11, 1 reply)

It's a pearost several times over...
but it still makes me giggle. Nice.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 22 Jul 2008, 3:06, closed)