The Doctor is right in that this film has no right being as much fun as it is. It’s a shitty “take ‘em somewhere isolated, carve ‘em up” b-movie but it manages to toe that line without wavering and still manages to keep you interested for 90 minutes. I remarked to friends afterwards that there are probably three camps of people when it comes to this film; those who don’t notice the cliches and enjoy the film, those who will dismiss it as a by-the-numbers popcorn muncher and those (like me) who will revel in the misdirections, occasional knowing wink and delightfully over the top finale.

After the film I headed to some pub at Bristo Square to meet the others. Being first there I nabbed a chair and others around it by simply sitting down and reading my book. People rarely go near someone reading in a pub on a Friday night, a trick I’ve used to secure tables before.

I took umbrage with a comment at one point during the night even though I’m fairly sure it was meant in jest. I was told that I was old with  my house and garden. To be honest, the flip-side that was offered to this by asking when was the last time I got so drunk I was sick can stay in the past where it belongs. I rarely feel the need to get blind drunk anymore and I can’t remember the last time it happened by mistake. This isn’t to say I don’t enjoy a drink, movie nights regularly leave me feeling a bit rough the next day, but going out to get drunk? That can fuck right off. Apparently I’m also not too old to enjoy photo bombing a friend’s mobile when he’s at the bar.

At this point, I’m also going to stop bothering to tell some people about Zombie Club nights. After the better part of a year of people saying “yeah, that sounds like fun” no-one has ever bothered their arse to turn up. I wonder if they’re just too polite to say they’re not interested. People will watch The Room and proclaim it hilarious yet won’t watch other bad films? I guess we’ll have to show more meme movies. Nah, I think I’ll just leave them to it.

The route covered some of the same ground as the Pentlands Wan Dae from last year so I waved to my checkpoint on the way past. Despite my fears of coming over the handlebars (as usual) I made it round the entire route happily without any moments of pain. I pushed the bike a couple of times, but only when I felt I had lost control to a dangerous degree. Next time I won’t be so nervous, I’m sure.

30km of off-roading was definitely good for the legs, and so was the speedy run I did on Monday night. Eight miles on 1:03 is a decent speed and should make for a new PB if I run like that in the half marathon on Sunday.