Spontaneous combustion
On Monday night Dr B. and I went to the cinema. I had suggested a handful of movies I wanted to see, and threw in Fantastic Four.
Well aware of my disinterest in anything science-fiction or super-hero related (unless styled by a camp designer), Dr B. considered suspiciously my last choice but took up the opportunity very gladly.
A few minutes into the movie, the screen literally lit up with the first of Chris Evans / The Human Torch's many shirtless appearances, which are of course completely non-gratuitous, as the guy's on fire, and until he puts on his special suit clothes just keep falling off him.
That, a large coffee and two half-litre bottles of Pepsi Max meant that for once I did not fall asleep during a fantasy action movie.