Overheard whilst at the cinema...
Whilst waiting in a queue in the vain hope I might obtain first-week tickets to Barry Trotter and the Nasty Wizard Convict, I suddenly became aware (much in the way that one suddenly becomes aware of being hit over the head with a crowbar) of the loud conversation being held between two townie girls (not chavs but the others ones, the ones that think they're posh because they talk like an American Valley Girl). I can only guess at which film they were discussing, but it was clear that the rapid-speaking ginger creature on the left hadn't enjoyed it because...

" -- I mean, ohmigod, I'm like sitting there enjoying a perfectly good film and, hell-ooo! they go and spoil it with lesbians! I mean, ohmigod, I like, don't want to see lesbians, okay?"

Needless to say that one my finacee and I had noticed them we couldn't block them out, and they proceeded to talk crap for another twenty minutes, before purchasing their tickets and disappearing.

Then they came and sat next to us in the cinema and resumed their unending conversation about banal crap, blissfully unaware that there were two B3tans glaring at them, trying to make brain tumours grow inside them through sheer force of demonic will.

I wonder if it worked...?
(Orin delurked to post this gibberish on, Thu 10 Jun 2004, 13:41, Reply)