Indubitably.

Which is ironic, considering he descends from landed gentry and his wife’s family own a castle.

I found out a while back that some people pronounce Uttoxeter “Uckster”.

It’ll need to veer into Bob & Doug McKenzie levels of national parody.

If you think that’s British, the character of Harry Carlyle was based on a real person. His name?

When I lived in Cambridge, I had the converted living room/bedroom at the front of our shared house, so my window looked onto the street.

That’s what your mother said last night, Trebek, HA HA HA!

I mean, I live in the UK and I honestly don’t think many people here even know we still have troops there. And not just UK/US, I saw the whole NATO party out there and I can only imagine what someone in, say, Estonia, thinks when they’re still getting sent to Kandahar or something.

I think this answer would need to be thrashed out in book form. Fucked if I know.

I feel like Oblivion could have been a slow, thoughtful sci-fi like Solaris or A Quiet Earth but you put Tom Cruise in a film and people expect a little bit of pew-pew action.

Like, I thought it was weird that I joined up six years into the war, did seven years, left and now reminisce about the good ol’ days with my military buddies as if it was aeons ago.

Deep cut.

I was thinking, “What war was going on 17 years ago?” and, of course, I realised it’s the one we’re still fighting now.

I was going to bring this up as well.

I still have it!

Wait a second, Half-Life 2 has only been out for 14 years... You’re the Valve hacker, aren’t you? You breached their servers, played that level and refused to game ever again.

I’m not very good with scary games but, outside of the usual suspects here, I’d say a sequence in a game that really gave me the shits was escaping the hotel in Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth.

I got a “bouqet of dildos” notification for this?!

Chekhov’s Gunn.