I hate going to the northside. Not because of any north south snobbery but because I never have a clue where I'm going. I've only made my way to F's house on my own once. I'm not even sure I'm on the right bus. I didn't even buy the ice cream in case I get lost.
The kid in front of me is asking his dad if he could get sent to military school like Francis in Malcolm In The Middle. Some of the kids in the cinema could do with a spell in the army. Talking,snotting,kicking the back of the chairs. I blame the parents....
Still, ghostbusters was brilliant even after 25 odd years. Sigourney Weaver makes a very hot victim of demonic possession. And the theme song still gets me.
It's so hot on this bus the windows are fogged. I can't see where I am. Lost on the northside. This may be my last entry
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