I remember thinking the opening line of Coffee & TV was so goddamn slick. “Do you feel like a chain store, practically floored?”

There’s money in the banana stand!

Heartwarming. Like when Dory finds her parents and they cuddle. Waterworks.

This is such bs. I feel so weird looking at these photos of Borough High Street. I keep thinking about the last time I was there, I took my parents to dinner at this lovely restaurant in the Market. It’s the first Saturday in June, everyone should just be safe and out having fun.

That’s perfect terminology! I’ve never heard them called poppy fields films before, but I’m definitely using it now!

That is the best scene because of his sweet sweet moves. When Canned Heat starts, that’s when the magic happens.

I have to ask, were you lying on the sofa longing for death and the mere act of watching Dumb & Dumber cured your hangover, or was it more complicated than that?

I haven’t even seen it once! I’ll have to pay more attention to the TV listings, because I’m aware this is a shameful oversight on my part.

I need to watch Wayne’s World again! Garth’s dance to Foxy Lady is pretty much the best thing ever. I am actually from Delaware, so any movie that mentions my home state (even in a disparaging way) is a classic.

From the moment I hear the title song with the chorus doing their ‘aah aah aah’s and then Lata-ji joins in, I get goosebumps every time!

I will never put down anyone who enjoys watching BEACH VOLLEYBALL.

Shawshank is Morgan Freeman at his Morgan Freeman-est! Hearing him speak is like slipping into a hot bath and all your muscles relaxing at once.

I’m embarrassed to admit it, but Forgetting Sarah Marshall is the horrible cheesy comedy I’ll watch again and again. I could pretend it’s a self-affirmation thing to get over a bad breakup, but really it’s the vampire puppet musical.

Today the TV was showing Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and I watched it, even though I have it on DVD and have seen it eleventy billion times.

The follow up commercial has the crowds parting to reveal... SPUDS! In a Hawaiian shirt! He shreds a solo on a tiny electic keytar. Dr. Beach gives him a high five at the end. One of the blonde women puts a dog-sized lei over his head.

I can imagine the commercial for that, with 2 regular dudes bored and listless at work WHEN SUDDENLY a tan dude in a white labcoat with those purpley-blue mirrored sunglasses appears. The camera zooms in on the chest of his lab coat, where ‘Dr. Beach’ is embroidered in the same style as the Bud Light logo.…

I can feel why he decided to go with ‘Dr. Beach,’ it does what it says on the tin. With his real name, I’d expect him to be an expert on a particular category of nightspot.

Do tell! Does he get recognized when he’s walking around? Is he the guest of honour at beach-themed restaurant openings?

She’s gorgeous now, and she was gorgeous back in the day.

York is the stuff! It’s not Paris, but it’s still a lot of fun. I guess it depends how much time you want to spend on the Eurostar.