My fella is taking my son to see Pirates of the Caribbean this afternoon.  He didn't ask me if I wanted to go, not that I would because the cinema we have in our tiny town is nasty.  Two screens, no air-conditioning, half the seats are broken and the other half smell funny and are sticky.  Also, he objects to my comments about Johhny Depp's looks and the things I could teach him given half a chance.  I don't moan when he's quietly dribbling over Kate Winslet (who I believe is as tasty as a glass of gorilla vomit)

So I'll patiently wait until it comes out on DVD and then I'll be able to sit in the comfort of my own home and ogle away to my heart's content