No. Not now. He had the chance years ago after his brilliant performance in Mortal Thoughts, a good film but Willis is remarkable, into someone who happily turns up in Direct-To-DVD shite where he's third-billed under 50 Cent for God's sake. Fuck him, he doesn't deserve that sort of prestigious 'second chance'…

I once convinced a friend that Gibson's masturbatorium of pious torture porn had an alternate ending on DVD. Believed me for most of the evening till he finally thought about it.

Yes. ……. costumes. ……

1990: The Bronx Warriors ripped them off as The Bumhole Valkyries.

He's the tits!

'Forced whimsy.' Perfect phrase.

I am horrified to confess I wrote the sleeve copy for the UK VHS of Hamburger: The Motion Picture. …..

I knew a publisher who wanted to buy the licence to produce a dedicated UK edition of Rolling Stone. Said Wenner was without doubt the biggest dick he had met in thirty years in the trade, as well as being the biggest egotist. Given some of the people he dealt with that's quite an accolade.

Producer Dave Friedman once insisted as a producer he hadn't slept with one starlet. …. and that starlet was Blood Feast's Connie Mason. Apparently, even on a debacle like that film she was regarded as unprofessional!

A shame. The films were terrible but he and his usual producer, Dave Friedman, were damn entertaining interviewees. RIP Mr.HGL.

Or break the egg into a saucer, put an eggcup over the yolk, and pour the white into another bowl, simple and oddly ironic.

They really should have a 'Junk mode' on the camera. ..

Haven't heard Boat On The Sea in years! Now to try and find the CD under many strata of junk….

And no Michael McKean or Harry Shearer either. Instead we have the spectacularly untalented Chris O'Dowd. That's the audience getting the shitty end of the stick for sure. Many years ago I interviewed Walter Hill, and as asked him how, as he was originally to have been the director, his version of Alien would have…

This was a fantastic, startling piece of work. Perhaps best it didn't go to another series. And just three words. Mexican Face-Hat. Or perhaps that two words?

Hogshead. See what you did there. Nice.

In that case YOU go up to him and give it a tug!

Didn't exactly leave large swathes of Europe in peachy-keen condition either….

Arby's opened years ago in a prime site in Tottenham Court Road in London and lasted about a year. Very big premises, I often walked past it and it was completely empty apart from the staff, gazing with longing at the outside world.

Why do you even bother travelling if that's your attitude?