Edge of town car rave

We went to see Django Unchained tonight. The cinema was arctic. My companion watched much of the film with a thick woollen scarf up around her cheeks. Air con in February, seriously.

Leaving the movie shed at around midnight and into an almost deserted car park we observed a gathering of car bound ravers. Each vehicle stationary and pumping some seriously dysfunctional dubstep. All laid out under the surgically bright ultralight of two eye-smiting floodlights.

Summat to do on a sub-zero Wednesday evening I spose.