Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

I left home at about five, terribly late, and in a state of extreme paranoia, I rang hathy_col while I was going down the pier. She seemed surprised but not inclined to kill me, which I decided was a good thing, and I ambled on again. While I was dodging the tourists, I went past a load of utter tossers hanging off the rail. Think the worst type, with the rings and trackies. Yeah.

Right. So, one of them calls across to me, "Hey, would you get off with my mate 'ere?"

I did the whole hair-flip-head-toss thing and said, "Sorry, I'm a lesbian."

Clearly they weren't expecting that reaction, but Tosser #1 recovered in time to shout back, "What if I put my dick between my legs..."

"Small, is it?" I shouted, getting pissed off, and ran off down the stairs to meet Colleen (hathy_col) and Simon (hammer_strike).

"We've got a gallery of tossers," she said, and I was just about to remark on the coincidence when she pointed back and I saw they were the same ones.

"What did they say?" I asked. She pointed at her t-shirt, and it was the "I Like Women" one, which made me laugh. Perfect. And they could still see us, jumping up and down at the sheer joy of seeing each other.

"How is five people a gallery?" Simon asked as we went into the cinema, and thus the fun began. We bought tickets without any trouble (I'd even had the foresight to get pick 'n' mix from Woolies on the way up), but the queue to get in was enormous. They had a full house, and kept rearranging people to make them fit. And once we were finally in the cinema, the adverts seemed to go on forever. The amount of kids in the cinema made me feel less reticent about expressing my emotions, so we were constantly playing the role of the peanut gallery while Simon looked on in amusement and bemusement.

Then the film started. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, my favourite of the books, with my favourite character introduced in it, and I couldn't have forgiven a fim as bad as the other two were. So with fairly mixed expectations, we stopped it with the MST3K-ing and settled down to watch it.

( Squeee! )

We walked out of the cinema in a state of extreme overexcitement. Simon looked on in bemusement, while Colleen went off to the loo. Five seconds later, she came back and said, "Come with me, I need someone to squee with!"

So I went, and pretty soon we were wondering off down the pier, talking happily (mostly about the slash and the squee) and when we got down to Lord Street, we went to McDonald's for some strange reason, braving the scallies and terrible food. It was an interesting experience. First of all, while we were walking down the street, we did the canon-round thing with the song. You know, the song.

Simon did the bass part, Colleen did the soprano part, and I did the middle one. We got to "He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimm-" before collapsing into giggles all over the pavement. Colleen had a brainwave - for our Not-Christmas, we ought to go not-carolling and sing not-carols. I promised I'd mention it to amchau.

Once we got there, I threatened to buy a Happy Meal but didn't. So we sat there in the window, eating slowly and sharing a McFlurry. While we were doing it, Simon explained why he has a medieval-type-thing going on. "You're a stereotypical wannabe archaeologist," I said.

"You've got two types of archaeologists. Me, and the gay-Daniel kind."

"I like the gay-Daniel kind," I said. "He's a failed academic, what more do you want?"

"The guy's not a real archaeologist," Simon said. "He gets thrown out of academia, and yet he doesn't drink!"

"That's only because they get him to the other side of the galaxy in time," I said.

"To save him from alcoholism?" Colleen asked, and continued, "And push him into heterosexuality."

Giggling was the order of the day, particularly as that was when some scallies chose to throw themselves against the window. I gave them the finger.

At length, we departed. Colleen and Simon had just missed the bus, and resigned themselves to waiting for an hour while I darted off to get the train. I got home to an empty house and couldn't help but feel a little let down. I wanted to tell someone about it.

Well, my journal will have to do. And I need a Remus icon.