Recently, I went with a date to a film he had been wanting to see for ages.
It was our third date and I was excited at the chance for a night out but, in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but worry. And sure enough, 15 minutes into the film, the inevitable happened.
The film — Steve Jobs — was to me painfully loud. It wasn’t just a bit uncomfortable, it actually felt as if the words and music were piercing my head.
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