Rather cleverly, this left me right next to the cinema, so rather than going in search of
frayer, I hung around and waited for her. The movie was, of course, the newly-released Snakes on a Plane - a film which has no pretensions of doing anything more than living up to its title and being an absolutely first-class B-movie. What with considerable quantities of spirits added to the cinema-supplied cola, the "drink whenever you see a snake. Or a plane. Or..." game lead to rapid intoxication, so a walk back to the hotel seemed a wise plan. As did Burger King.Our room at Sleeperz was impressively tiny - bunk beds on one side, the world's smallest en-suite on the other, and a space the width of a door in-between. I claimed the top bunk by virtue of being taller and somehow managed not to full out (although I didn't manage to get much sleep, so I suspect the the bed claims a moral victory).
1) OK, I should probably stop before I mortally offend every Cambridge person on my flist.
2) Actually, the moment the police turned up, he went over and started haranguing them, so there was no dragging.
