I was chuffed the other week to score a pair of tickets to a free screening organised by VW - the deal was you voted for your favourite films out of a list containing Top Gun, Bridget Jones, Sex And The City etc and the winning film was to be shown on the night. The trick was that you did not know in advance what you were going to see. I managed to find a friend who was game for this, but we made a deal: we'd run for cover at the first sign of a certain Abba sing-along nightmare. And as luck ...
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