Pirates and a dead man's chest

Went to see Pirates of the Caribbean 2 last night. It was very enjoyable - I thought it was much better than the first film because the humour was more integrated, the serious bits were more interesting, and everyone got their characters rounded out more. Unfortunately I kind of ended up wishing it would end because the last train was at 11:18 and we went to an 8:30 showing... in the end it finished at like 11:12 and I ran out of the cinema and down to the station (five minute walk, I DID IT IN FOUR YO) and caught the train. Unfortunately I ran so hard that it felt like I'd been punched in the chest and I've been a little wheezy all night and this morning. I think I've now established why I'd die in a Battle Royale - I just wouldn't be able to run fast enough ^^

( Mild ranting on mild Internet bitching )

Anyway, bah to the Internet. I shall check my university e-mails and then go and dry my hair.