A gym. In an airport. A place that is ubiquitous with things like running for gates, walking around car parks and carrying heavy suitcases for ages.

What a moron.

Ooh, Orc Pie! My favourite! With jellied Beholder and Blood Ice Cream for dessert?! Excellent!

When I was on the dole 7 years ago I was told that, functionally speaking, if I was offered a job I had to take it. Lead to a few "unfortunate" interviews, I can tell you.

(Although it says something when the only other trilogy of films I own or will own when 3 releases that requires genuine scheduling is LOTR EE.)

Can you hear the Aussies sing? Singing the songs of happy men, it is the singing of a people who will whitewash us again...

Oh, fuck this movie.

Find myself wanting to rewatch Rise of the Planet of the Apes for... reasons, the more I hear about him, tbf.

And now I have Jack the Ripper/The Briggs Snowman crossovers in my head at half four in the morning. It is evidently going to be one of Those Days.

Avril. Fuck you, autocorrect.

Maybe he just likes his meal well done?

"Lenses down, or I will kick you all in the balls! You didn't hear me say that."

God bless Olivia Coleman.

Pete's doing his Sean Dyche impression again, I see...

"It honours our country" - right, I'll stop you there, man. We're talking about slippers. In airplanes. There is absolutely no need or reason to bring patriotism into this. People just want to be comfy on their flight.

no bloody wonder the world is suffering from testosterone poisoning...

I'd rather a Dorothy Must Die adaptation.

(They never talk about this kind of stuff on Star Trek, and maybe they should).

Technically, time travel is possible. Only backward, but if you spent one Sol, or year, on Mars and came back to Earth, your personal timeline would be 352 days out of sync with everyone else because one revolution around the Sun on Mars is 687 day, not 365.