Andy’s starting to really dislike watching my movies with me. Now, however, in the midst of my ‘No TV’ challenge, there’s really nothing else I can watch with him and so, occasionally, he’ll whip out the latest selection and (somewhat reluctantly) press play.
I really don’t know what his problem is… Although I suspect it might have something to do with the constant moaning emanating from the opposite end of the lounge.
“When will it ennnnd Aannnndeee?”
“I’m just going into the other room to shoot myself. Let me know when it’s over”.
‘The Third Man’ was no exception.