30 November, 2001 - 2:36 a.m.

Never ever try taping up your breasts with duct tape. It hurts (!!) when you try to rip it off again.

Especially if you've been wearing the tape for about 3 hours already and your body heat has suffused the tape to your skin.

Especially if you're sitting inside a cinema filled with people and you have less than ½ a square metre in which to maneuvre.

Especially if you've wrapped the tape around your body five times, and it's just being a downright pain in the ass and not letting you just rip it off. Instead it just bunches together more and forms a thicker, harder wad of tape surrounding you.

It also looks odd when you get your friend to attempt to help you rid yourself of the Duct Tape Demon as well. The sight of two girls wrestling with something underneath one girls' top is enough to set anybody whispering and snickering at you behind your back.

And it feels odd when you haven't actually managed to take the tape off yet, but instead have a ring of it sitting around your waist because you gave up trying to remove it completely, and just settled for pushing it down as far as it would go.

Incidentally, Harry Potter is a really long movie to sit through when you're sharing a bag of jelly snakes, a bag of jelly babies, 3 litres of juice, a bag of doritoes, and a block of peppermint chocolate with one other person.

Sugar high!