Infinite food! Thirteen pounds!

Should you, for example, have a starving allosaur that you wish to feed, the Lucky Star Chinese restaurant, in the same large glass-fronted complex as the Cineworld cinema by the station, will serve you all the Chinese food you can eat for thirteen pounds. If you've brought a starving allosaur, you should probably also bring a small child of the kind that has just discovered it can walk with firm purpose in straight lines, to distract the wait-staff.

It is very tasty, though it is worth remembering that the signal from one's stomach "I'm full, for the love of all things stop eating now, yes, even free lychees and ice cream" takes about fifteen minutes to reach one's brain; bugshaw and aardvark179 were good company, as was the fabled despotliz.

Unfortunately the person in front of me in the queue got the last ticket to The Prestige, and after several minutes of thoroughly English politeness I wandered home, discovering that rain makes the rims of bicycle tires so slippery that the little wheel of the dynamo no longer grips on them.

Full now.

I may have slightly alarmed my housemate with the volume of my involuntary cheer at seeing 'Rumsfeld resigns' on news.bbc.co.uk