I went to see ‘Real Steel’ last night at the cinemas and it’s a night of my life I’ll never get back. The VIP seat that I was sat on clearly had a button somewhere that’d make my cinematic experience more comfortable as I just couldn't settle into it. My mate decided to sneak in a king’s feast and ended up dropping his Cornish pasty all over my lap. To top things off the smell of his mayonnaise smells still lingers in my nostrils.
Very unpleasant indeed and it meant that I couldn’t enjoy the film that was on