This time got the date right and went to see Almodovar’s Volver. Unfortunately every Spanish speaking person in Sheffield had the same idea.
Whenever I join a large queue I’m invariably disappointed that I am at the back of it. Luckily this abates if the queue keeps on growing and I quickly don’t mind so much, except when there’s only three minutes left until the trailers start. Within seconds of standing in the queue I divided its length by the number of staff, two, and had mentally put myself halfway up the queue in a better position.
I also had Anna with me which helped time go faster as we chatted our way to the front. Although I do suffer from English embarrassment and I initially worried about our volume of conversation. I never think about this on the street, or in a shop, or even on public transport, only when I’m in a queue, because I think that those who are silent around me have nothing better to do than to listen to my gabble.