Life and horror films...
Last night, as part of my VideoVista reviewing duties, I watched “Laid To Rest”. It promised to be a gruesome, nasty horror film and, since Alison was out visiting a friend, I thought it’d be the ideal time to watch it. I got Dude sorted and put him to bed, washed up and watched the film.

It was gruesome, it was nasty, it also made me jump a couple of times. I began to get that odd feeling, that you never get watching a stupid comedy, that someone was wandering around behind me. I looked around, but the darkened dining room was quiet. I went out into the kitchen - there were no lights on next door and, though the sky was still quite light, the garden was dark. I got my drink and hurried back into the lounge and began to watch again.

There was a loud bang from upstairs and my imagination - overactive even when it’s resting - shot into overdrive. I rushed upstairs, flicking on lights as I went. I put on the light to Matthew’s room and went in. He was sitting on the floor beside his bed, rubbing his face, his eyes half closed.

“I,” he said, haltingly, “I, I.”

“You fell out of bed, didn’t you Dude?”

“Yes,” he said.

I picked up him, gave him a cuddle and put him back to bed, then went down to watch the end of the film. It was very good and hopefully, assuming Tony accepts it, you’ll be able to read the review next month.