I rang the friend. Would I like to go to cinema? Would I like to go to see the new Bridget Jones film, with her, one of her younger sisters, and her sister's friends?
Now that's mean, letting me answer yes to the first question, and then sneaking in the second. But hey, at least going out on a Saturday night is slightly more credible than staying in and watching Moulin Rouge, simply because it is the only thing on television.
The only problem is that last weekend I did that, near enough, although it was a different film which I sat and watched on my own whilst nursing hot chocolate.
And what was that film? Bridget Jones's Diary, the first time round. What's the point of even attempting credibility with that on my record?
But fortunately the organisational skills of eighteen-year-old girls saved me. In that we only just got to the cinema in time for the 6:30 showing. But the friends hadn't.
And then we notice that the film is on every hour. Drat.
But there might be a way out yet, as the friends are wending their ways by all manner of public transport, which round here means at least one will be very late.
And of course the modern marvel of mobile technology is doing a great amount to improve the situation, as it allows each friend to and provisos and continuously monitor the status of this grouping and of others. So we end up with people giving demands like "If the film will finish before 9, then I'll come, but only if X isn't there, although if Y is coming then we could do A or B, and then..
. So if you're buying tickets, then get enough, but I might not come".
Some people just a slap [metaphorically and comedically, lest the newbies get the wrong idea].
In my day it was much easier. Did I just use "in my day"? Golly!
Anyway, reverting, it was much easier as either you were there, or you weren't, and only those who are there can come. Admittedly it did mean lots of people missed lots of things, through not being told about the emerging event in the first place, but..
.maybe it wasn't so great way back when.
So we decide to go into the next screening.
And the we notice the A4 sheet behind the head of the guy on the desk, and which is frequently obscured by the queue. Ah, it's sold out, and as the sheet also mentions the 10:15 am showing of another film was sold out, I'm guessing it had been since the day before. Oh well.
Back outside to consult the poster displaying the times of various films. I don't know why the Odeon stick the nearest copy of the most informative article in the place outside. But in sleet, it's not really the best way to improve customer satisfaction.
Hang on, it's the Odeon, they don't care about such silly things, as they know they've got a monopoly.
Through subtle manipulation, and a freak occurrence of people who have seen the rest of the films on offer, we settle on The Incredibles. Dispatching the sister to buy tickets, complete with the obligatory "How much?
" from me.
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