Popcorn

I've never understood why us Brits sell sugar-sprinkled popcorn. It's just plain wrong. Every other country in the world seems to have worked this out, but for some reason we haven't.

Then again, I've never been that big a fan of popcorn anyway. When it's put in front of me, though, I will happily or unhappily gorge myself on the rubbery, tasteless nonsense, as if I would be insulting a dozen farmers by declining. So if someone is buying, I'll take one.

Last year, I went to a bar in Jakarta beginning with 'D' that had loads of Elvis pictures on the wall and naked women in the toilet (again, only pictures, sadly). They gave out free popcorn. Well, at least I thought it was free, until I got the bill and discovered that the first bowl was free, but not the sixth...

Anyway, May bank holiday weekend, I went to Paris. On the first night, we ended up seeing Kingdom of the Crystal Skull in a cinema opposite a restaurant called Indiana's. It all seemed quite fitting. Except the Indiana Jones film was shit. The only highlight of the movie being when I managed to knock my big box of popcorn all over the floor and to a lesser extent, the girl sat in front. I told her I was "desole", whereas in truth, I wasn't, because her startled reaction was very funny and just about the only thing that was worth the admission fee.