Finally, at last, got to see the official release of ''Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest'' today. The cinema temperature was freezing. The audience huddled together for warmth, with thermos flasks and blankets provided by the Salvation Army. St Bernard dogs with brandy barrels were sent in to revive the pensioners who were flaking out. 30 minutes into the film the screen went blank

10 minutes later

staff got round to informing us there was a fire

''fire!'' ''FFFFFire!'' ''FIRE!"

*Basil Fawlty impression* ''make your way to the car park!'' errr what Car Park? the cinema doesn't have a car park

It's all been commissioned by ''hearts on their sleeves'' eco-wankers who pretend to ride bicyles to w**k but drive their 4x4s to Tesco at the weekends to fill up on Turkey Twizzler family-size packs to shove down their ingrate childrens throats. 30 minutes standing in a temperature of -3 Centigrade, before we were allowed back in by the fire engine people.

No fire

just a burst pipe on the sprinkler system. Go figure
This state of the art cinema/media complex (needless to say) is a prestige ''regeneration project'' of pseudo-arts projects surmounted by 90% unoccupied ''luxury apartments'' built in an area of derelict factories and rat-infested kebab shops. It perfectly complements the 60 million squid white elephant theatre complex a stones throw away that repeatedly shrunk its audience capacity through budget overruns to the point that it can't attract any major performers or players. All this is masterminded by elected councillors and local government so-called high fliers paid six figure salaries, the kind of corrupt scum that steals from the public purse and employs the likes of me for a pittance. Well worthy of a Stieg Larsson plot.
Apart from this (rant over) I enjoyed the film.
