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Shaun of the Dead

“A London slacker must fend off flesh-eating zombies as he attempts to rescue his girlfriend and reach the safety of the local pub in this horror-farce. ” [Washington Post]

Heh, heh….

Zombies are attacking! Where shall we go?!? What shall we do!?!

Why…head off to the pub, of course!

I may need to reconsider my general attitude of scorn towards British zombie stories.