Cinema

I love the cinema. The audible "oooh" as the lights dim, the anticipation as you hope and pray the film will be half decent. However, being cemented to the floor as a result of years of "fizzy juice abuse" and the sickening wrenching sounds that accompanies attempting to free yourself is not what you would call pleasant, and im sorry Cineworld Glasgow, but the sweet popcorn actually has to taste sweet. The clues in the name.

Michael x