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beyond the poseidon adventure

When I was living in London in the early 1980s, I usually went to the movies each Sunday afternoon with a friend. We saw a lot of good films. We saw quite a few bad ones, too. But, in all those Sundays we always had something to say about what we’d just seen.

Except once.

In 1979, after we’d sat through Beyond The Poseidon Adventure, we got up out of our seats, left the cinema and walked along the Thames to a riverside pub where we drank a couple of beers and then went our separate ways home. During those two hours we never exchanged one single word about the film. And as I write this in late 2017, we still haven’t.

© Nick Garlick 2017