So many of my friends inexplicably do this hashtag nonsense that I now feel delightfully close to Tituss Burgess.

This is like a very religious Golden Girls.

Once you get to sixth form (age 16-18), it becomes NOTE CITY though.

As an UK ex-pupil, to be clear, we’re talking about these books... Not actual books (unless they’re total psychopaths).

Don’t know if this is UK-specific, but it’s our exercise books we burn/shred/tear up. You don’t have to buy textbooks, they belong to (and stay at) the school. When I was at secondary school, you didn’t really take notes, you just answered textbook/worksheet questions, so the contents of your exercise book are pretty…

Tom Cruise can finally join the illustrious company of Over-interested Uncles, founder Adolf Hitler.

Yeah, I could have written the comment the other way round, but the song is from the perspective of the husband.

Based on reading and watching The Big Sleep several times, I would investigate the guy who paid Brown 50k in cash. I think Brown may have been Lauren Bacalled.

To think - if the subjects of pina coladas/getting caught in the rain etc etc had come up earlier in their marriage, neither of them would have had to cheat at all.

“Ha, ha, ha... I can’t believe the woman I fully intended to betray my wife with was my wife all along!”

Haha, now I’m imagining Stanton whatsapping “Classic Lucretia ;)” to M’Clintock under the table.

Where were all these lame teens when I was a lame teen, eh?

Instant classic “Seven Days”, you mean, surely? In the UK, you literally can’t start listing what you’ve been up to during the week without provoking a chorus of “and we were making love by Wednesday”.

Yes, but Brittany and Molly and Michaela don’t quite have the same ring as Soapy, Bim and Hunky...

While I understand the principle behind not singing the n-word, in reality it’s hard not to when you absolutely love the song, especially if it occurs more than once. I mean, it’s the lyrics. Muting words in the flow of a song (especially a rap song) is extremely counter-intuitive, and while I would normally err on…

Reece looks exactly how I would look if someone put me next to Sofia Vergara for a close-up...

You know what, I was highly sceptical of this friendship and I needed some serious evidence. You, ma’am, have brought it. In a big way.

Camilla is the Queen of my heart, fo real. Diana had the charity stuff down yadda yadda, but I can reeeally see me and Camilla trading blunt remarks over a stiff drink.

Now you see, she may have edited it, but she can’t have understood it like this li’l pisher.

Yeah, she’s also the woman who comes out of her apartment while Teresa is having an epileptic fit in Mean Streets.