D'oh-nut

So yesterday after work, Yaz, BSH, and I headed off to Shepherds Bush to see The Simpsons Movie - along with, it must be said, what looked like about 25,000 other people. I've never seen Shepherds Bush cinema so busy. Anything over seven people in that place and I get a bit jittery; it's so … hidden away.

Anyway, after hyperventilating into a paper bag and popping some prozac, I pulled myself together, got my ticket, and headed towards the screen. At the doors to Screen 4: The Simpsons Movie was a joyful looking man with a little cart and a paper hat.

"Doughnut?" He asked in a joyful high-pitched voice while proffering his hand towards his sweet, sweet treats.

"Ooo!" I squealed a little bit too much like Homer while wiggling my fingers in the air. "Don't mind if I do!"

I reached over and nabbed a doughnut, cradling it in my hand and aiming it towards my mouth.

"That'll be a pound." He said, his tone suddenly all serious.

"What?"

"A pound."

"What?"

"One pound. For the doughnut." He said, pointing at the doughnut in my hand as if I had several hidden about my person.

I grimaced, and seriously thought about putting it back. How rude to lure me like that. He was clearly some sort of sweet, sweet treat pimp, lulling people into a false sense of security before forcing them to pay up.

I was kind of hungry though, so I thrust my doughnut into his evil assistant's hand (keeping a watchful eye on her - she looked the sort to take a surruptitous bite, or lick the hundreds and thousands from the icing) while I fished in my wallet for a quid. Then I told him it was "cheeky," before heading in to see the film.

Yaz followed in a minute later, and I told her about being caught out by the doughnut sugar-daddy.

"Oh yes," she said, "he offered me one two. I picked one up, then he told me how much it was."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I put it back," she said, quite matter-of-factly. "I wasn't paying a quid for that."

And so, as The Simpsons Movie started, I sat in the darkness wondering just how many people had fingered my doughnut that day…

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As for the movie itself, well, I did enjoy The Simpsons Movie very much. I'll admit to being a little bit disappointed that I wasn't belly-laughing all the way through, but it was consistently amusing all, and at 87 minutes long you never got the feeling that it outstayed its welcome. For me, though, it peaked at the Spider-Pig joke - which I first saw in the trailer weeks ago.

Worth an 18 year wait? Maybe not - but good fun nevertheless!