So… we were late, we sped, we got nicked, we got off, we got left with front row seats to the neck breaker of all neck breakers.

We put our best agent on it… Lucy.

She called, she blagged, she pretty much told Mr IMAX how it was (not the speeding bit) and he’s sent us vouchers to go and watch again. He admits that watching from the first couple of rows is a test of human will and physical capabilities. He’s a very nice man, a very nice man indeed.

You see, The IMAX in bradford at the national media museum was the first in the country and was basically built to show 45 minute shark (or other wildlife) documentaries where you got the general gist of being in the sea (jungle)… not fast pace, intellectually challenging, 2 hour thrillers. Mr IMAX says soon all will be different with a newer, bigger auditorium. It should be fitted as soon as we’re out of the recession.

Until then we’ve got two golden tickets to the rematch of Neck vs Inception and we’re NOT sitting at the front! Unless we’re late for any reason.

We’ll miss that sub woofer.

1-0 to the little people. Well done Agent Lucy.

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Blag, IMAX, Inception