Wrist
I fell asleep in the cinema I was only there to see the westlers hot dog advert “Westlers Hot Dogs In The Foyer Now!” would ring around every single viewing auditorium throughout the 80’s and 90’s, half exploded husks would be thrust into the air at the exact moment the ‘playtime popcorn’ advert appeared on the screen, everyone would scream in a fit of junk food unity, the smell of sticky toffee emanated from the audience like heat shimmering off a tarmac road in 100-degree heat, it was hazy, local louts in the backrow would throw everything at their disposal towards the sea of heads in front of them, don’t ask me why? it was a sustained attack a human coconut shy, there was one simple rule, “never look back” eye contact spelt trouble, today was a Tuesday I caught the early matinee, the film was French pornography super 8 quality, black and white to inject a touch of “Noir” apparently...
