But not insectoid windowsill pointage.
It's two flying off to the cinema at speed to catch extortionately priced animatory movies that leap ouf of screen.
Of course, the state-of-the-fart cimena complex is as helpful as ever.
Now, it's an umpteen screen cinema, with many a film starting at 11. So, to cater for such a large number of screens, they open at 10:45.
With vast queueage of hoards of unrestrained freal chavbrats, desparate to see Britannia High. (Or is it Fame? Or High School Musical The 13th?)
So, naturally, they open with 2 people Bernarding the tills.
Who seem to take forever to do one person.
No wonder Woolies is closing down, when they allow ChavMum to force her brood to pay for their own stuff, item by item, rather than paying for the lot so everyone else can get served.
"Buy it yerself yer little shit, I ain't wasting me benefits on you"
"Can't you buy it, and take it out of my pocket money. I need this satchel for school"
"Fuck off, I need the cash for fags and voting on X-Factor".
And why can't they have this argument before getting to the checkout in front of me, rather than holding me up and keeping me away from my McMeal.
Which no longer has a 2-4-1 cinema offer on it.
Which is probably as well, seeing as The Hollywood seem to know what films I wanna see, so don't screen them so I can't use me voucher.
Scuzzbuckets!
