In a crime movie, the old "take this down forensics"
scenario would apply, a detective barking an order
about a report on his desk first thing in the morning.
In a sci-fi spectacular, it would be something
not of this earth. But this is Friday, pushing midnight,
ten pints down your gullet. This is a special mixed kebab
and you'd rather not know what it consists of.
Neil Fulwood is the author of film studies book 'The Films of Sam Peckinpah'. His poetry has appeared in The Morning Star, Nib, Uneven Floor, Full of Crow Poetry, Butcher's Dog and Art Decades. He divides his time between the pub and the cinema and somehow manages to hold down a day job.