Last night I dreamt I was in the cinema watching PotC2 (it was a pretty strange cinema, since half the seats had their backs to the screen and there was a small orchestra playing in front of it (the screen, I mean), but dammit, I was, in my dream, watching the movie). And tomorrow I will sit down, track down one of those pictures of Jack Sparrow in face paint and count the number of eyes, because even if I never seem to win competitions, then I am not going to turn my back on a chance to go to the European premiere in London, not to mention a chance to say hello to Johnny Depp and co., no matter how small that chance actually is. Would you?
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