28 Weeks Later is an intense film. It is not a film you should go see when you are in the grips of nicotine withdrawal (day 1) and are already nursing an unhealthy expectation of the apocalypse.

Turtle and I didn’t speak more than 3 words to each other all through dinner after that film. We looked like one of those couples who have fuck all to say to each other and are thinking that right about now might be the time to start contemplating an affair.

Not us. We were just stunned silent by what we’d seen, reduced to toying with our soba noodles and watching the door for New Breeds.