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Yeah, Right!
Two occasions when movies pushed our credulity to the limit (but we loved it)
Back in my rambunctious youth, I shared a flat with a friend, and one night we had a party at which we embarked on an innocent, though stupid prank. Unfortunately, our high-spirits weren’t viewed as such by some of the more robust of our neighbours. In fact, threats of physical harm had been made against us.
I Became Paranoid
I had intended to lay low at my girlfriend’s house some two miles away, hoping the whole thing would blow over. But there was something in the flat I needed, so I had to return.
The bus dropped me off right at our gate, and I hurried up the path and into the upstairs flat. My flatmate wasn’t home, but he had left a note saying that a big guy had been at the door asking for me. I became paranoid that a neighbour may have seen me going in, and could be calling up a posse of the pissed-off at that very moment.
I grabbed what I’d called for and waited anxiously for the return bus. With a dry throat, I listened for a creak of the gate that would signal the approach of a neighbour, and I watched the clock move towards my bus due time with agonising slowness. As I watched and waited, I’ll tell you what I didn’t do. I didn’t make Pop Tarts.
