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4:57pm on Sunday, 17th July, 2011:
Film buffs say you can't beat the big screen experience, and after today's trip to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in 3D at the Colchester Odeon, I have to agree.
So, it's getting near the climax. Harry has decided he's going to go off and fight he-whose-name-cannot-be-spelled, in the full expectation of getting killed. He's steeling himself, he's hugging Hermione to say goodbye, and —
— and someone in the audience farts.
For the next five minutes, if not longer, the entire audience was unsuccessfully attempting to stifle their laughter. We'd get a second of silence then someone would fail to keep control and another bout would ensure. I was sitting between my wife and younger daughter, both of whom are nigh-unstoppable once they get the giggles, and both of whom got the giggles. The girl to my wife's right got them too, and she and my wife kept setting each other off in some kind of fart humour feedback loop. My daughter started banging her head on my shoulder to try keep herself quiet, which only made me laugh and then my wife sparked off again. There were sporadic outbursts of repressed laughing right the way up to the last scene; people would just remember and chunter to themselves, then someone else would pick it up while everyone else was desperately trying not to join in.
Wow, it was hilarious! Best Harry Potter film ever — it was even funnier than when Dobby died.
Five Points for Gryffindor!
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