As I came out of the cinema I found that I desperately needed the toilet. Due to my lack of visiting the cinema in a long time, I had consequentially forgotten the usual urge for the toilet that I feel every time a film finishes. Maybe it has something to do with me drinking so much coca-cola due to my lack of interest in the film? After this, I discovered that it was raining outside which meant that I would have to walk back to the train station in the rain. To make matters worse, as I walked past the town shops on my way to the train station, a display positioned in the front of Waterstones caught my eye and after closer inspection I saw that it was advertising the new book in the series that I had spent the last couple of months collecting. This store was selling it for half price and I quickly entered the store with the hopes of buying it. I managed to find the last book and this raised my spirits as I thought that maybe my luck had changed but when at the counter and opening my wallet to take out the money my heart sank as I realised that I had spent it all on the train tickets and at the cinema. After reluctantly replacing the book, I continued my walk to the station. Walking in the rain meant that I got lost, again, and so, combined with the time that I had wasted in Waterstones, I missed the first train home. After waiting half an hour for the next one, all I wanted to do was to get home as quickly as possible. By the time that I did get home, I was drenched and so vowed never, ever, to go to the cinema again. However, deep down inside of me, I know that in a year or two I will have unconsciously forgotten my whole experience and will once again head off to watch the next hyped-up movie.