I'm having difficultly posting links to this topic (or to be honest I'm not sure how to post links) so apologies.
Anyhooz I was with my beautiful pet cat as she was euthanised/put to sleep last Friday evening after eleven great years and sadly a short, though thankfully brief, illness.
Then on Monday night, in my job as a support worker with children and young adults who have special needs/additional support requirements, I went to see Toy Story 3.
Had to sit in the cinema with the young guy I was with for about five minutes after the credits. Without going into detail about the plot I was holding it together, albeit less than stoically, until the final scenes between Andy and Woody.
Thank fuck I had my sunglasses although given that it was a miserable evening in Clydebank I don't think it fooled anyone - particularly when I was inside!
Now I had good reason to there but what I can't explain is why the same happened recently when I watched the end of the first Nanny McPhee DVD! Yes Nanny fucking McFuckingPhee.
Running the risk of being the only guy in here to display his emotions and thus being permanently excluded for 'letting the side down' I am compelled to ask - both Ladies and Gentlemen - of this very fine establishment what cinematic efforts makes you bubble?
Shuggy
Link
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Cleggy you snickering floppy eared hound when courage is needed, you're ne'er around.
Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest should be there for bungling at which you are best.