I can’t remember the last time I was at the movies. I think it was the day I broke my arm. Crazy as it may be, I broke my arm going to see a new film. My girlfriend had asked me to go to the cinema with her, so I bought the tickets for Friday night. We were meeting inside the Star Cinema. It’d been raining hard and the pavement was very wet. I was five minutes late for my date, so I hurried up the stairs and slipped. The last thing I remembered was the terrible pain in my arm