I think French cinema of the 50s and 60s has done some kind of Manchurian Candidate thing to me where the mere sight of a Cinzano ashtray makes me want to sack it all in and drink and smoke outside a café all day.

There’s a great interview Mark Cousins has with him where seemingly through sheer persistent bombardment he gets Lynch to explain himself, just a little more than normal. youtu.be/d0a1IIY7b1E?...

Wait, I’m not the only one who has John Major saying “kippers” living rent free in my head?

I’m more excited to discover there’s another Yes Madam out there! Although does it contain as cool a high five as the 1985 film I wonder?

I think the hardest I’ve ever laughed at a complete strangers misery was watching a guy expectantly get out a poop bag for his Labrador only for the dog to violently fire out diarrhoea everywhere, including the toe of his boot. The way his head dropped in dismay, just perfect.

Literally saw this on Thurs

I conflated everything in my head and thought for a moment there you had gone for the completely batshit decadent option of just checking in your shoes.

I was once a juror on a case that was such an obvious slam dunk guilty that we all decided to wait and have lunch before we informed the court we were ready to deliver a verdict because we didn’t want the judge to think we hadn’t done any deliberating and be mad at us for some reason 😭

And run, don’t walk, away from the merch stand. I absolutely love a tote but jeez, you can’t just say “Selfridges” and whack another £30 on to the RRP.

Genuinely star struck to see this guy in the flesh

And run, don’t walk, to catch the wonderful exhibition of props and costumes at Selfridges, just some absolutely stunning fabrics and jewellery

After watching a bunch of those Southern Gothicky tv shows like True Detective a few years back and a friend recommended Flannery O’Connor. I was halfway through The Third Policeman, very enjoyably confused and wondering when the action was going to head to America, when I discovered my mistake.

Had a month of these furry bastards singing All I want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth every 15 minutes just outside the shop I was working in and let me tell you I came close to violence

The most amazing part is the moment Keanu somehow manages to overact eating some chicken

This trick is to drink the £5.99 bottle of wine second when you won’t mind as much