At 11.00 pm last Friday, yours truly braved a cold wet night in Manchester and made it safely to the cinema to catch a late night showing of The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug as not only would the cinema ticket be cheaper, the theatre will be a lot less busy too. And this could mean only one thing- that I was the happiest girl in there because I got to sit in my favourite seat! Yeah, I'm sad like that. It was what kept my eyes open until the film started as long gone are the days when I party till dawn. When the film begun, all traces of sleep were banished and as the story began to unfold one thought crept up in my mind:
I think I might be in love with a hobbit called Bilbo Baggins.