You know how when you go to different countries different sports are called football and what you think of as football is referred to as soccer or rugby or some other weird name? Same goes for whisky.

Every country/language/region has its words for alcohol that's rough or cheap. An American gentleman of my acquaintance once described a beverage we were imbibing as "corn squeezin's" which was a lovely turn of phrase and probably not very far from the truth.

Richard E. Grant's name needs to be added to the list of overqualified people who lent their talents to "Spice World". Though I guess he only plays their manager, insignificant role that.

It's a shame this isn't an A+ novel because the premise really is very strong. That being said, B- ain't bad and I liked "Wolf in White Van" enough to certainly give this a go.

Oh, yeah, a magical spray for cooties. You're living in a dream world, mate!

It's night-on impossible to have an opinion on someone who barely registers on your radar.

The reason she's a star is her dis-ease and nervousness in front of the camera, right? Much like Nicole Kidman, her self-consciousness and not-quite-in-the-moment palpable "acting" is for some reason (oh, the magic of movies!) quite watchable especially because the moments when she forgets/loses herself, when…

Counterpoint: The very real threat of cooties.

And if you've reached peak Brendan Gleeson? Throw a Domhnall Gleeson in there too!

"King Kong ain't got shit on me!" is a strong contender for best single line in a movie.

Best part of that review was Mark and Simon's weird mime confusion. Well done on the email.

"Hummingbird" is already a 2013 film starring Jason Statham. Over a million words in the English language and people can't think of a title that wasn't used in the last few years.

What kinda See You Next Tuesday squeezes lemons on shared dishes without asking? It's the Japanese restaurant equivalent of this Indian restaurant faux pas and the reaction should be the same.

Article fact check: "Knock Knock" wasn't clever, it was fucking dreadful.

Too urban.

This is spot on. I've been racking my brain trying to come up with someone with whom he can share that eternal audition room, but all I see is him sitting alone and excitingly looking up whenever the door opens, only to have the person on the other side despondently shake their head and close the door again.

Belgian.

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One of the main components of the aforementioned degree being the Mass Debate.

I welcome your assertion of a monoculture and would like to hear more about it.