True story
25 January 2008
One evening a few years ago I was sitting in the den watching a film. It was a biopic of Bruce Lee, which I’d stumbled upon while channel-hopping. We have five terrestrial channels over here, so channel-hopping doesn’t take long. The film was interesting and as I didn’t know anything about the man I’d decided to see it through to the end. I’d missed some, but was sure there was plenty still to go. I settled back on my bean bag and had been watching a while when Dad came in to say goodnight. “What are you watching?” he asked. “A film about Bruce Lee,” I replied. “Oh, he died very young,” he said, beautifully and innocently ruining the ending for me with one short statement. Sure enough, the film ended about five minutes later.
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