ABSTRACT
Jodie had begun talking about how it had been a shit weekend for her. She’d gone out to the cinema on Saturday afternoon and a party that evening. She talked a lot about the film, some comedy that seemed to be about a group of girls and how they had spent their time trying to attract the attention of some boys, but how it always seemed to go wrong. How there was one scene in some kind of coffee shop, or something, no, more of a café, and one of the boys was messing around with a ketchup bottle. Must have been blocked or something, and he was squeezing it to release it, and then it suddenly released and ketchup shot up and landed on his mate’s head, and they’d ended up squirting it at each other before getting thrown out.
