Don’t angry me.
This was the main line of a Bollywood film, Rowdy Ranthorpe, which I watched in Coimbatore with my Joshy. The film itself was hilarious. Obviously as dramatic as always and weirdly extra sexual. Or maybe that was just my English opinion.
We decided to treat ourselves by getting a rather large feast to take with us inside the cinema. This included: a large salted popcorn (of course!), a large drink, a chocolate brownie, a chocolate ice cream, a butterscotch ice cream and a chocolate doughnut. Read more [...]