Aye. At his best. Startlingly brilliant. At his worst, self indulgent but with a great eye.

I’m actually amazed I can post consideuknbrhe honey all over my phone screebnhgggvvvhb.

And as for Clint… mmm, not sure he’s going great guns recently. I apologise for the awful pun.

I’m fond of Ripley but he’s made some lemons too. I’m with you on Napoleon. It wasn’t bad, just dull.

Thing is, my parents thought the world was going to end in ‘62 and ‘68 and when Saigon fell. And I thought the world was going to end when the Pershings arrived in Greenham and when Boris the drunk took over and when the… etc. etc. and it didn’t. And you know, maybe it will but worrying about it? No

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That’s optimism. Or maybe just a dose of a IFGAF. Whatevs.

How many times have heard this and been disappointed? 28. 28 times. Might be 29 actually.

Eeech.

Wow. That’s serendipitous. Never knew my real father. He was lovely, I’m told by my siblings. It’s the strangest relationship of all.