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JOHN LEE HOOKER VOICE: Two edibles, two beers, to sleep

Rivalling Lauren Bacall's last credit being a Family Guy cameo, it does seem the final work of Shane MacGowan (so far released) was the lyrics, though not the music, to a song in How to Train Your Dragon 2.

I'd only ever known the Skatalites/Specials' version so learning this has lyrics is a little like hearing Gene Roddenberry's absurd words for TOS theme. youtu.be/oWCbhudsy8w?...

(Failing to fit in on social media) Every Guy is one of these four lads!!! 🤣🤣🤣 which are you??

Mopping at my brow like a delicate white suited descendant of the Southern Gentry, on the porch of the vast plantation that is my only asset yet is that which ties me to this dying land as surely if I myself had deep foundations of ancient stone securing me to the stagnant earth.

Simpsons S1 revisit. Got to Crepes of Wrath (a pun I just got). As a tiny child, I used to find the Frenchmen's treatment of Bart very moving and I hated seeing him downtrodden. Today, when considering letting a tired old donkey rest so a spoilt American child can do their work...? I can see it.

Strangers on a Train is the scariest film of all time to me, cos I too would amiably agree with a nutter on public transport to get out of a conversation and not worry about the consequences. "Yeah, sounds good, man! Now, you look after yourself, alright?"

Woke up with my biannual medical need to watch Grosse Point Blank and I am fulfilling that need as we speak.

"Namaste." "Namaste." "What did the Jamaican hindu say when she was asked to leave?"

Here's the scene where the modern day wide boy, inexplicably obsessed with the Golden Girls, is hooting into his phone walking down the street. wide boy: mate I was sweating like Blanche Deveraux in bar full of sailors!

Got a little wistful thinking of the hundreds of opportunities I threw away out of laziness and/or being shy. But then later I realised they would have lead to a life of hard work and social events and I wouldn't have enjoyed those at all.

Always love a pre-20th century mickey metaphor. From the namesake of gerrymandering:

Saw a couple of Pete Doherty solo sets where he was only technically alive.

This little Starbug has taken some knocks over the years, but it's still the desk ornament that reassures me the most.

At the Travelling Wilburys band meeting after the funeral. Petty: Is it right to put this out now Roy's dead? Dylan: I wish we had MORE dead guys on this record.

Laughed imagining a note from Matt Groening after season 1, episode 3 like: The show has too many black characters. Please eliminate at least one.

DATA, dressed as a musketeer: I believed sir, initially, that the strange goop had been left as part of the Holodeck's program. Maybe a misdirection from Richielieu. I've checked the logs, though and, unfortunately, it seems Lt. Barclay had the slot before us. WORF: What do you - oh no.

Lisa Nandy always has the expression of someone who just let off a terrible fart in an empty room, only to have the room then fill with people who could advance her career.

Watched this and was thrilled by a modern film unafraid of colours. Corman's Masque of the Red Death and the original Jerry Lewis Nutty Professor show how mainstream a non washed out pallette used to be. youtu.be/SqcF_GI3mOA?...

Wholly and forever this.

Big day. Ni has convinced me to rebrand my 'friend I like the least' to my 'best acquaintance.' This is gonna be a huge positivity boost across the board.

Actors doing London accents: Christopher Guest: the pronunciation is good enough to hit the uncanny valley when the Midlands and Geordie occassionally slip in, but the cadence and rhythm are educated East Coast US.

Michaelangelo, eventually promoted to middle management in a half shell. "Look, dude. I get it. Like, you know I do. But your team members are relying on you and there's nothing 'original party dude' about turning up ten minutes late when the workload's like this. Are we cowabunga on this?"

"Hey, girl, look. Just realised. I grabbed beer, bread and cake from the shop. You see? Some of the oldest words in the English language, babe!" "Will you let me sleep?!"

In terms of things that you could afford as a little luxury on payday, the little slow cooker is just behind the thirty quid I spent on the projector.

The album itself is almost wilfully mediocre but I've always, always had an outsized love for Paul Simonon's painting for the cover of Tighten Up Vol. 88 by Big Audio Dynamite.

I don't rap for spread Presidents I'd rather see the President spread!

Most women's magazines globally sell by making chic seem achievable, but the cover of an Irish one still has a bit of:

Watched Movie 43 last night, a film I'd avoided for more than a decade because of the critics saying things like "...the bovine masses who glut themselves on this idiocy up should be denied the right to vote..." It was funny. Some really good, gross sketches and the lesser ones were pretty quick.

Beyond inflicting his fetish on us - which foot guys seem uniquely inclined to do - this still says a hell of a lot about the artist Quentin Tarantino is. He such a great eye for composition and the soul of an artist and the brain of a puerile litte twerp.

Right, no thought 1) StJamesInfirmary - Trad 2) Pusherman - C. Mayfield 3) Suzanne - Nina Simone 4) GuiltyConscience - Em & Dre 5) ComingOnStrong - Brenda Lee 6) What? - ATribeCalledQuest 7) LikeaPrayer - Madonna 8) NightVisitingSong - Luke Kelly 9) WhoisHe - Bill Withers 10) Wrecking Ball - Bruce

'Before the Devil Knows Your Dead.' Sydney Lumet's last picture has great performances from Marisa Tomei, Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Albert Finney. But it looks like absolute shit. Like a late period Steven Seagal film, where he only turned up on set twice and used dubbed body doubles for the rest.

An arsehole. A total fucking prick. A good singer.

Hello, baby! Yeah, this is the Big Berkowitz a-speakin' Ah-ah-ah-ah Oh, you sweet dog! Kill the WHO? In parked WHAT? Oh, baby, you know what I like!

I was six and the stampeding animals and body horror of the boy turning into a monkey creeped me right out.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handcar Fantastic opening wikipedia opening to say in a fast-talking, James Cagney, Edward G Robinson kind of way.

I stand proudly in the dock. "I do not recognise this court!" Solicitor hands me a hastily scrawled note. Reads: this is the old Bailey. "Right, right, right. Thought it looked familiar. Carry on."

Might start responding to teenager's YouTube comments. Scroll down to "im 15 + all the kids at school listen to rap and crap like that but I love zeppelin" and I'll reply "I'm saw Plant and Page at the Enormodome in 1994. So inspir3d to read this and know the music's being kept alive."

"I have a tremendously supportive life partner, who’s not afraid to kick my butt when it’s needed (which is sadly quite frequently). It was actually my wife who suggested I walk away, while I was sitting in a bucket of ice to soothe my oft-kicked butt." gnofhorror.com/jasper-bark-...

HOST: Hey! This is 'We Punch You In the Balls!' The show where each question to a celebrity desperately promoting their latest is punctuated with a swift blow to the nads. Now, sir, have you seen the show before? ORSON WELLES: Regretfully so. [Warm, encouraging off screen laughter from cameramen]

I'll not do anything so rash as look into it, so I'll just say that it the demonym for obsessive fans of True Grit's author is Portisheads. And, if it isn't, it damn well should be.

Pick up the nearest book, turn to p. 42, and post the second sentence: She was as dedicated to the national cause as Seán.

Just remembered as a seven year old, me and my little mates all earnestly trying to love the gross and insane Super Mario Bros with Bob Hoskins. Wasn't much for kids so we'd give it a regular puzzled rewatch because it had a creepy monster who was at least named Yoshi.

It's a tradition, or an old charter, or something.

You might think you've long culled your childhood favourites from your collection but if, you survive long enough and have sufficient space, they'll come back with uncracked spines and fresh covers.

My favourite Kinks songs is 'Hooray! A Clown Died!' and I've been waiting to make sure Moby wasn't going to come for that one.

Have seen neither: for a first watch tonight and looking for the more straightforward good time, should I go with Bette Davis in All About Eve or Barbara Stanwyck in Baby Face?