Something different

I'm not usually the type that enjoys a "serious" film - preferring my entertainment to take the form of lighthearted humour. However, I was dragged out to the cinema on Saturday evening to take in the terrifically sad "The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas".

I won't spoil it by telling you what happens, suffice to say that the film is based on a young boy's experience living near Auschwitz during the Holocaust - and the girl along the row from me spent the entire film in floods of tears.

I am man enough to admit having a lump in my throat leaving the theatre. I guess the advice is this: If you are going to see it, take a packet of hankies. Even if it just so you can pass them along to the girl next to you crying her eyes out.