Living for Disco

I am sitting alone in my hotel room, savouring the rare opportunity to watch the TV. I am watching a very bad horror movie called Venom. I’m not watching it out of choice, but because in this hotel, although each room has its own TV, they are connected to a network and only one room has the remote.

We have just got to the point where two girls venture to the spooky garage of a dead man. One of them steals some money from the dusty till, thereby sealing her doom. I am all psyched up for some blood and gore, when the channel changes, and I find myself watching an advert for KFC on the sport channel. The phantom channel-hopper then scrolls slowly through a selection of programmes before landing back on the horror movie in time to see the girl have her face sandblasted off with a car-paint stripper.

There is much running around and screaming. By the time the heroine (clearly even at this stage, she will be the only one to survive) sends her friends off to get help, I decide to turn it off.

I am lulled to sleep by blood-curdling screams from the surrounding rooms.

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