Lucky boy.

Last night I went to a screening at the new Warner Bros screening room in Holborn. I can’t say anything about the film because I signed a contract in my own blood with Umbridge’s special quill.
The important thing is it is *wolfwhistles* swaaaaanky! They have an actual bar. A fully functioning bar with beer and wine and stuff. A fucking bar! As a member of the freeloading international press I felt obliged to indulge before we were called in for the showing. The problem then was protocol. There’s a massive difference between having a tipple before a press screening and getting beer bonged and gang raped in a frat house.
I had to hold back. I just sat awkwardly nursing my beer, not making eye contact and trying to pretend I wasn’t taking a picture of my pass.