i leave the screening.
fat guy wears a big tache / huge backpack strapped to his back / lays on the floor in the way.
his coat is a thick parka / spread across the popcorn carpet.
i kick it out the way / i'm angry.
my foot is caught in the lining / i get crosser.
kick it back at him / clumsy / dont like being clumsy.
get crosser.
YOU'LL HAVE TO APOLOGISDE TO MY MUM FOR THAT for that he says / looks up at me with disinterested eyes.
NO i say I'LL APOLOGISE TO YOU, FOR YOU BEING A DICK !
from crunchwear.com
i leave him.
i walk into the next screening.
i have a flask and a torch shaped like a big worn bolt / dried and old furniture glue clogs the thread.
i have something else too / its important / nebulus and lost.
from andywebber.com
i take a seat / fat tache man lays down at the back / face to the floor.
i keep a wary eye on him.
i pour a cup of whatever into the flash cup and deliver it to someone near the front / they are thirsty.
i come back and cant find my flask.
i search with my bolt torch / flask gone / i suspect fat tache guy with backpack.
from uttings.co.uk
everyone is on smart phones.
it seems you can choose the film / some sort of vote.
i stay uninvolved and the feature starts . . .
then the screen is taken over !
confusion ensues.
some re-edited banned propaganda from Germany comes on.
i laugh cos it has silly cartoon figures drawn on the frames / women in bikinis / dancing.
a bald guy gets angry / gets in my face / says DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOURE LAUGHING AT HERE ? HOW OFFENSIVE IT IS TO LAUGH ?
i say NO, CARTOON TICKLED ME IS ALL. YOU DICK.
from emptyness.org
everyone is hushed / there is a threat / a bomb or gas threat.
the film is screened by a terrorist.
we are hostages in a hijacked screening room.
someone from the audience appears on the screen over the cartoon frames.
we realise there is a camera here / the bomb or the gas is here. we find the woman on the screen in her seat shocked and track back for the camera.
i go straight to THE fat tache man with the huge bag.
he is gone / his bag remains.
we search on.
i use my bolt torch / the cartoon propaganda continues.
we see it ! its a plastic santa on a skateboard.
got a camera in his hat / gas cylinders on his back - start to hiss !
from startrinbune.com
panic.
i run for the exit doors / double doors / not locked / assumed they would be.
i push them open / more double doors right there / push them too.
more doors.
more doors.
all different.
all double doors.
more doors.
so close they open on to each other and i think it all will jam up.
it doesnt.
i keep going / at the head of the rush / maybe fifty sets of doors ?
from immasmartypants.blogspot
we get thru into a corridor like a hospital.
we walk warily thru and out into a car park.
a German armoured car sit there and a guy in armour approaches with a flame thrower.
he burns some people / turns to me / i sit down / calm / look up the sky.
the clouds / lovely clouds.
i close my eyes.
from warwheels.net
he doesnt burn me / WELL DONE FELLA he says YOU MAY LIVE.
i congratulate him on setting up so many double doors all in a row like that.
SHOWS DEDICATION AND PLANNING i say.
his armoured mask looks like K9.
from tardis.wikia.com
he walks away.
