A day out drinking in mid- 19th century London with Harry Flashman and best pal Speedicut would be good fun.

If anything could get Joe Pesci out of retirement, I imagine this would.

I had the drapes (which were exagarrated by a short back and sides) for about three weeks before endless abuse from well meaning friends thankfully forced me to reappraise my look. Sadly, in that all too brief time frame I had to renew my passport, so my photo for the next five years immortalised that hairstyle…

Ha! We might be suffering from a strange case of split personality disorder, whereby my/your/our tastes are the same, albeit subtly different.

I think, and you might want to double check this, a Tyrannosaurus Rex ate him while he was taking a dump. If I'm not mistaken, Elvis Presley and Don Simpson suffered similar fates.

I know he's dead but I was hoping that George MacDonald Fraser had left behind the blueprints for a few more Flashman adventures… especially since Flashman on the March was such a great return to form.

Master and Commander is pretty much flawless, and I say that as a big fan of the books.

I thought he'd died and just did a google check… turns out he's still around. Guess I was confusing him with Michael Crichton.

The thing I love about the Curb intro is that it has completely conditioned my mind to expect its cheerful fairground music for every HBO show that I ever watch. So just as I'm about to launch into the bleakness of True Detective, the HBO logo and its tell tale screen fuzz appears, and all my mind is expecting is:

Jim Robinson in Neighbours. A pillar of my early television years. Went out with flying colours in a stunning heart attack scene. Alan Dale went on to build an unimaginably strong career as 'that slightly sinister old guy' in Lost, the OC etc….

Barbershop 4: on the top

Barbershop 3: on the back and sides

Didn't they also make a big thing of the fact that the lead singer from rubbish 90s britpop band Gay Dad was a music critic? Though that band genuinely was crap, unlike the Pet Shop Boys.

The most brutal fight I ever had with my younger brother was about pop culture, assuming you count the TV remote control as pop culture (it is a gateway, I suppose). He wanted to watch South Park and since I was feeling in a contrarian mood, I wanted to watch something else.

Or maybe the old punk is too busy flogging car insurance over here in the UK. Take that, establishment!

You can fuck dwarves but no one ever tosses a dwarf.

Dad?

I make my penis look bigger by only masturbating with my very small hands.

Agreed, they are sources of infinite wisdom. The deaf on the other hand…

Has the show featured any elderly ethnic minorities yet (preferably quite poor)? Because in real life, when I'm at a real low, I find this section of society to be an endless source of wisdom and life affirming, soulful advice. Especially over a game of chess or a plate of old fashioned cooking.