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 […]

Well technically it was summer, although the sight of the thunderstorms and torrential rain last Wednesday afternoon would make anyone fortunate enough to be on Manhattan island question the fact unless they were sitting in the middle of it, the temperatures being firmly in the mid 80’s (I myself being in the mid twenties, given […]