The English Coast is strange at night. Especially Eastbourne, lit up better than the banks of the Thames, with all it’s tourist attractions still sitting there under the moonlight, like an abandoned playground. Beyond all the light is the sea, black and raging like a fearsome national portcullis. It doesn’t fit.
they’re playing breaking free before Captain America before the screen comes up abort abort this is not a drill
I was already having an existential crisis because everything about this cinema is exactly the same as when I was 8. I was going to liveblog my teenage angst from the toilet but there wasn’t any service.
My parents are sitting at the side at the back and that positioning is just a waste of money, so Im the weird fleece kid sitting alone in a lake of empty seats near the front.
I don’t know what song they’re playing now but it sounds 80s