THE queues are thriving, winding like a live snake curling and and twisting to avoid tables and chairs instead of rocks and weed. The cinema is thronging with mobs of people, all here to end the new year with a few hours together gazing up at a screen instead of at each other, but with heads leaning on shoulders and rough fingers suddenly gently playing with soft curly hair, or cuddles away from the cold and when the scene gets too scary.
Here they are faced with a problem. The mother wants to watch Sherlock Holmes; she says while her husband doesn't know it would be great to spend a while ogling Jude Law, and Robert Downey Jr. as well, of course. The kids, a pair of twins, smile faintly at their mother's adorable attempts at getting them out of their books and into the reality - of boys and dating. In truth she is only worried that they will never be bringing back any guy, not even the type with bad acne and a 'cool' fringe that blocked his line of vision to the extreme. Of course each one of the adolescents has already set her eyes previously on some guy from somewhere, one of those confounded camps they mysteriously didn't reveal anything about willingly, from their tuition lesson group or guitar musical gathering. But of course they don't know that. They just wonder at having such a crazy mother.
They want to watch... Alvin and the Chipmunks 2: Chipmunks vs. Chippettes. Heavy-heartedly she tells them in a light tone that she'd love to watch the Chipmunks. And she will go online and book tickets got Sherlock Holmes late that night after they are changed and safely, snugly tucked away in bed.
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