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I took Lexie to see the new Spiderman film yesterday. In 3D. It was so exciting. I've not seem a 3D film in the cinema before. So impressive, it almost distracted me from my beer.

"Do you want to go to the pub, dad?" Lexie asked as we left the cinema. Are popes made out of wood?

"Could do."

"What about Wildeman?'

"Fine by me."

Half way down my pint of ESB, Lexie asked: "I like that theatre pub, would you like to go there when you've finished your beer?"

"I know why you want to go there."

"No, it's not that dad. They have a nice sculpture there." Short pause. "Can I have an apple juice with six ice cubes?"

"Not here. I'll think about it over another rogge jenever. Maybe in the next pub."

De Balie. That's the pub Lexie meant. It's the only decent place on the Leidse plein. We got the tram there. It is on the way home, after all.

It was almost deserted inside. Most customers were sat outside.

"Can I have some apple cake, dad?" I'd already ordered him an apple juice. A dead posh one. Luckily de Balie is one of the most reasonably-priced places in the area. "OK lexie."

Two mouthfuls into his cake, Lexie remarked: "Look, dad, apple, apple, Apple." Pointing at his juice, cake and then the buidling next door. The bloody Apple store.

Only a hard-hearted heathen could have refused him his ticky-tacky fun.

The atmosphere inside is weird. Like a dystopian science fiction film, set in a creepy future full of brain-washed slaves.

"Do you need any help?" one of the slightly scary acolytes asked as Lexie played with an iphone.

"No. My soon is trying to convince me to get an iphone. We're going through a series of tests and don't want to be disturbed." He fucked off, but threw us a few funny looks as he departed.

I let Lexie play a little longer before dragging him home.

On the tram, I told Lexie of my Brave New World vision. "It is quite creepy in there, dad."