I just watched the third Bourne film and all I could think of was where I might want to go on holiday.
As Paddy Considine’s brains got splattered across Waterloo, I thought “you know, you live in London and you don’t really make the most of it.”
As Matt Damon strangled someone to death in a shower in Tangier, I thought “it’s only a ferry ride across from Gibraltar…”
And as a bullet-riddled body plummeted into the icy Hudson, I thought “what could be nicer than an NY city break?”
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