I just want to say I've not forgotten about finishing this off, but I wrote it up and saved it to a floppy that I left "somewhere". I'm optomistic that I'll retrieve it from the likely location tomorrow.
In the meantime, feel slightly ill as you look at the candyfloss mountains for sale, the not that apetising, but expensive (£2 for a small pot) ice-creams and be grateful you went to the toilet earlier. Not only are the queues long, but you have to push your way through vast crowds of smokers. The Fire Safety people are getting stressed that the fire exits are blocked, and would anyone notice a fire anyway?
Go on, give in to the temptation. £10 is a lot for a program, but you know it's a special souvenir of this momentus ocassion that you can treasure forever, and it is shiney! Marvel!!! at the way the youngsters of today like to say "Thanx" with a frequency only beaten by the excessive use of exclamation marks! used willy nilly throughout said program!!! It really is that exciting! !!! They all have a brief handwritten message to the fans which may be of interest to a handwriting expert. (LEE - I would advise you not to have a red pen handy while you are reading Aaron's message. There are number of gramatical errors my English teacher friend found particularly annoying). However, do pay special attention to the bit where Will says he's scared of stairs, because he's bound to fall down them. [This information will come in handy later].
The tension begins to mount again. Every now and then they play the PI theme music, but be patient. Will and his young chums probably have the make-up artists in a tizz with their milk-shake enduced moustaches, so will be a wee while yet. Use the time to play the "who's on the screen now" game. I patented it, and the rules are quite simple. Turn your back to the screens, observe your fellow PI obsessives and according to the scale of the whimpering/disinterst, guess who it is. It is slightly harder than it sounds, because we've already seen our Idols, so things are a bit less frenzied, and the group is affeted by shortage of smokers and people with small bladders. You can also use the time to ponder why on earth anyone would choose to buy one of the sponge finger things. I'd be grateful if someone can come up with any explanation whatsoever. All I can think of is it is a pathetic substitute for candyfloss bought by the parents of children with diabetes.