I had a drive to Manchester today from Sheffield, mainly because I knew there was a Fopp there
Didn't come away with much in the end, just a Roy Andersson double bill of
You The Living and
Songs From The Second Floor. The checkout guy held up the latter and boasted loudly that it was the only film in which he had been kicked out of the cinema. As he seemed a smug prick, I just said "oh...", and left with my goods . . .