The Princess Bride Some years ago, I lived at `Minas Tirith' (10 Marlborough Grove, York) for a few months one summer. At about 11pm one evening, it was decided that since there was nothing worth watching on the tv, we should investigate the enormous stack of videotapes piled up on the sideboard.
``Oh brilliant! There's a copy of The Princess Bride here. We should watch that.'' I said.
My housemate Trix (a tall, tattooed, pierced and beclogged archaeologist) made some unconvinced sounds and asked what it was about. He wasn't particularly inspired by my description (``Erm... well, it's a sort of fairy-tale. But it's really funny. Erm... You have to watch it, really...'') but agreed to give it a go when his girlfriend Monica expressed curiosity.
Initially wary, he was laughing his head off by about ten minutes in, and during the end credits commended me wholeheartedly on my choice of film. I then bid him and Monica goodnight and wandered off to bed, it being about 1am by this point.
I got up the next morning, had some breakfast, pottered around the house, read a bit, and then started to make my lunch. Trix surfaced at about 1pm, staggering bleary-eyed into the kitchen.
``You're up a bit late today,'' I remarked. ``Erm... yeah,'' he replied, slightly sheepishly. ``I watched the film twice more after you'd gone to bed...''
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Some years ago, I lived at `Minas Tirith' (10 Marlborough Grove, York) for a few months one summer. At about 11pm one evening, it was decided that since there was nothing worth watching on the tv, we should investigate the enormous stack of videotapes piled up on the sideboard.
``Oh brilliant! There's a copy of The Princess Bride here. We should watch that.'' I said.
My housemate Trix (a tall, tattooed, pierced and beclogged archaeologist) made some unconvinced sounds and asked what it was about. He wasn't particularly inspired by my description (``Erm... well, it's a sort of fairy-tale. But it's really funny. Erm... You have to watch it, really...'') but agreed to give it a go when his girlfriend Monica expressed curiosity.
Initially wary, he was laughing his head off by about ten minutes in, and during the end credits commended me wholeheartedly on my choice of film. I then bid him and Monica goodnight and wandered off to bed, it being about 1am by this point.
I got up the next morning, had some breakfast, pottered around the house, read a bit, and then started to make my lunch. Trix surfaced at about 1pm, staggering bleary-eyed into the kitchen.
``You're up a bit late today,'' I remarked.
``Erm... yeah,'' he replied, slightly sheepishly. ``I watched the film twice more after you'd gone to bed...''