adore amy

…although to be fair, a fifteen hour Quentin Tarantino marathon with only ten minute gaps between films would test anybody’s mettle, and even I eventually admitted defeat and decided – with the aid of my trusty inflatable neck pillow – to treat Inglourious Basterds as one would treat a radio broadcast rather than a visual […]

So, a far less tardy contribution after arriving back from That London late Saturday night after a fun but frantic few days, bar an unprecedented break on one due to what some would probably call a Temporary Maintenance Issue (I can’t be the only person who would love to know when, and more pertinently why […]