28 days later

This is the car driven by the woman who pulled into the parent and child space I was about to park in. She drove in at a sharp angle at quite high speed. Couldn’t see any children in her car. I had a very clingy 1 year-old in mine and I could have done with the space. I didn’t say anything of course. Just gave her, and her female companion, a Paddington Bear Hard Stare.

It was probably selfish of me to want that space. Probably selfish of me to have 3 children. I should slay them now to improve our family’s carbon footprint.

As you can tell, I’m in a good mood. I blame watching 28 Days Later back over two nights. Two nights ruined. Two nights alone staring into the abyss wondering if I could kill one of my children if they became infected with a zombie rage virus.

Okay, it’s only a film.

Incidentally, why does Danny Boyle always have to have insanely stupid things in his films that no-one mentions? In Shallow Grave I never understood why they just didn’t hide the money and call the police, turn the body in. And why did the coppers never notice all the holes in the ceiling? The holes! Look up, Sherlock!

In 28 Days Later, to be fair, they do say driving through the Rotherhithe Tunnel is an insanely stupid thing to do – but they still do it, driving over cars, bodies, rubble – and who’d'a’thunk it? They get a flat tyre! Also, assuming there is normal life going on beyond the shores of this infected isle, why can they not hear any European radio stations on Long Wave? I can hear several here in London. Why spend hours making beautifully perfect huge letters spelling ‘HELLO’ when ‘SOS’ would have done? Why… why… why?

I know. It’s only a film.