Saw Starsky and Hutch last night. It’s good! 100% cliches and cheese, like a Simpsons parody of the original.

Just as interesting was watching the people shuffling out to clubs. Individually, they are not conscious, but when together, they form a kind of group mind that knows how to follow the trail leading to the alcohol at the end. They can drink several times their own body weight, and often find themselves covered in their own excretions. The queen is a certain club owner, and they live in a disgusting network of tunnels and student accommodation known as Fallowfield.

I’ll probably see Dawn of the Dead next Friday, so that’ll be a good analogy to explore.