It all seems to have gone a wee bit grim around here at the moment (thank you social work) so I thought I'd cheer the place up with some more Autistic tinged, film-based tales of my youth, seeing as they seem to go down quite well here. You're welcome. Way back in the heady days of 1988 I took a girl to see The Blob remake, being an intensely geeky/Autistic film nerd you can imagine how important/exciting this was for me at the time, I'd even persuaded her to watch the original on VHS the night before so she could take notes, compare and contrast the two films etc. Because that's how cinema dates work obviously. I assume she was happy with this because she sat intently watching from the edge of my bed, arms folded and with a serious expression that said - to me - I am concentrating and enjoy being tested on films. Anyway the next day we arrived at the cinema (early obviously so we could see the trailers and immerse ourselves in the full cinema experience etc) and set