7/29/2005 06:51:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

Yesterday, I went to see the new Fantastic Four film with JD, Emma, Dundas, and most importantly, Matt. His attendance was important, because he was the one who was driving. The flashy show-off git. Not that I'm jealous. Git.

Boringly, he's actually a really good driver. I'd love to tell you tales of how Matt nearly killed us all with his wreckless driving- and how he caused a gigantic crash when he planted a banana on the road and then used a mushroom power up. Unfortunately, we had a safe and successful journey into Leicester, with the only dodgy bit being Matt having pop music on his iPod.

The Fantastic Four film itself wasn't of the same calibre as Batman Begins. The plot was a bit... questionable. The special effects were not upto the quality of say, Spiderman. You could clearly tell that Mr Fantastic's hands were computer generated. Long story short: 6/10.

Post-film, on my suggestion, we into Leicester itself so I could buy Heather a birthday present. I didn't take my sister's advice that I shouldn't go there, because "ethnic origins" live there. Yes, it appears she's a big racist.

After spending a good while in Virgin Megastores, buying a few CDs for myself, I then moved on to Heather. My friend's used peer pressure to convince me into buying Heather a necklace. Now, I thought she'd be happy with the book about cats and the pig lighter I'd already got her, but apparently this wasn't enough.

The necklace itself was a rip off. Now, I'm no fan of jewellery, but I hoped that Heather was. It's probably the most expensive thing I've ever bought per cubed centimeter of tangible matter. This tiny thing, which was essentially sparkly metal, could have bought me many hundreds of loaves of bread. Think of the surface area on that, in comparison! I got the "gift bag" with it, as it was free, and justified the purchase slightly more.

I mean, I could have bought a pencil sharpener and put it through a chain of paperclips! You get infinately more metal there! The other alternative was one of those necklaces where you have the letters hanging off of them, arranged to spell the owners name, or something. If a shop selling them could have made one that says "JAMES O'MALLEY PWNZ J00", she would have been getting that instead. Thank god taste and decency lead me to the one I actually bought. (Via GAME, where the shopfloormonkey had a brief conversation with us about games and how I hadn't yet bought a present).

With a present and card successfully bought (the story about buying the card isn't as interesting as the necklace, so I'm neglecting to tell it), we decided to head off home.

In retrospect, I should probably take back what I was saying about Matt's driving on the way home. On reflection, perhaps making the car fly over a small arch bridge to the extent that at least two wheels were off the ground isn't a sign of a good driver. "I've never done that before, but I knew it'd work", Matt confessed. All I could think of was what happens if you do that, at that speed, in Grand Theft Auto.

Anyway, a lovely day was had by all, I assume. A productive day was had by me. Thank you Matt, for the lift and the present guidance.

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