Sir, I am going to turn around and read everything you have written here.

On a good setup, at the right volume, in the right room, this album sounds like the band are in the room with you. Oh and it’s *almost* entirely peerless.

On a good setup, at the right volume, in the right room, this album sounds like the band are in the room with you.…

Hoo-ee!

I would recommend Harmy’s despecialised editions hugely. They look far better than any versions now available and in a nice dark room with a nice big screen and half-decent sound, it's the closest you'll get to being in a cinema in 1977. Watch them before you go to see the new one.

If the money was good...

Wall-E is up there for me by virtue of being a brilliant sci-fi film and a brilliant silent film at the same time (at least for the first 30 mins).

I have watched each Plinkett review more times than I have watched each film. They are gold standard essays on how to not fuck up making a decent movie.

Was that the same witch she had burned alive so she could have dragons?

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You could argue that they also changed the chances in a non-measurable way by sending astronauts to personally meet EVERYONE that was involved in building the Saturn V. “Hi, I’m Michael Collins. If you fuck up that soldering job, I’m dead”.

Also “IT’S ALRIGHT! IT’S JUST BOLOGNESE!”

Oh fuck OF COURSE. His incomprehensible accent was amazing.

Overheard at work between boss of company and employee:

I once explained to a friend who fervently believed in astrology that some stars in a constellation were near, some far, and some weren't even stars, they were massive groupings of stars or clouds of gas, and beyond that, were so far away that nothing that comes from them could affect us in a meaningful way. I hoped…

Both agree and disagree as Clinical Psychology (in the UK at least) is massively difficult to get into, so the people you describe (who I agree exist) get winnowed out when those with psychology degrees attempt to go into CP.

Retrievers and labradors - they just can't help it, not even the ones that are great at other stuff. I was in the pub once when four blind people walked in, two of whom had dogs. The last guy had a burly-looking lab which took a detour under someone's table to munch dropped peanuts. We told the guy his friends had…