Going to see
Bridget
Jones's Baby was like
accidentally stumbling into a fucking hen-night. Me and my friend
religiously go to the cinema every single Tuesday and I refuse to
watch the same film more than once a year. So this was literally the
only thing that was available for us to see at that time. Plus it was
getting good reviews so sod it, I figured it was worth a shot. But
fuck me.. as we opened the door to the cinema, you could see the
oestrogen flooding out like blood from the elevator in The
fucking Shining. Women
were dressed as devils, had banners around themselves, and at least
one middle-aged gang looked like the Playboy Bunnies had escaped from a particularly rough session at the vivisection clinic.
