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The Day Before The Day After Tomorrow...
May. 28th, 2004 10:01 amThe evil minions lovely people at Microsoft sent me to a special preview screening of "The Day After Tomorrow" because I use their developer products.
This happened to be the same night that Ireland were playing Romania (apparently we won) just down the road from my office and, crucially, next door to the train station. This meant I had to fight through huge throngs of people to get there. On the plus side, there were extra trains running for the match so I was in town in minutes.
I got to the cinema and got the ticket (plus free drink vouchers), and as an afterthought asked what time the film would be over. "Twenty past ten," I was told. Oops, I think, as my last train is at 10:24.
( Review behind cut. May contain minor spoilers. )
I stayed as long as I could, and at 10:10, when the main plot points had been resolved I grabbed my bag and snuck out of the cinema. I had to run down Henry Street and Talbot Street, arriving at Conolly at 22:21 (according to the station clock). The train arrived a few minutes later, packed full of football fans.
It was one of the most packed trains I've been on to date. Usually I'd manage to get a seat by Rush & Lusk (Lally country, for anyone interested), or at worst Skerries (and I've never had to stand on the train at that time of night before), but there were people standing all the way to Drogheda. Clearly Irish Rail should take note and run extra commuter trains on match days.
This happened to be the same night that Ireland were playing Romania (apparently we won) just down the road from my office and, crucially, next door to the train station. This meant I had to fight through huge throngs of people to get there. On the plus side, there were extra trains running for the match so I was in town in minutes.
I got to the cinema and got the ticket (plus free drink vouchers), and as an afterthought asked what time the film would be over. "Twenty past ten," I was told. Oops, I think, as my last train is at 10:24.
( Review behind cut. May contain minor spoilers. )
I stayed as long as I could, and at 10:10, when the main plot points had been resolved I grabbed my bag and snuck out of the cinema. I had to run down Henry Street and Talbot Street, arriving at Conolly at 22:21 (according to the station clock). The train arrived a few minutes later, packed full of football fans.
It was one of the most packed trains I've been on to date. Usually I'd manage to get a seat by Rush & Lusk (Lally country, for anyone interested), or at worst Skerries (and I've never had to stand on the train at that time of night before), but there were people standing all the way to Drogheda. Clearly Irish Rail should take note and run extra commuter trains on match days.
