I'm getting ready for the big French 24-hour race, I'm so Le Mans.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/m…

A New York band and one mostly from London.  Nothing more Irish than that.

Again? Dad, doesn't this violate your community release?

It's just so commercial these days. It used to be about the jerking.

I'd also add ITV's not-at-all-bad Marchlands (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wik… ), about three families and their connection to a house, with ghostly girls and a drowned kitten.

Why people still romanticise that manipulative tart and the Nazi-curious dipso she lured from the throne is beyond me, although I do believe we should put a statue of her on the fourth plinth at Trafalgar Square in honour of her services to Britain in getting Eddie the Black-shirt to abdicate. To pretend that the…

i cry evry time

You really need to add some drinking to that mix.

Belated cancer-aids. It gets you in the end.

They also rhymed 'critical', 'physical' and 'cynical'.

It's no The Pentagon Wars, but it's still a fine film.  A damn fine film.

That's okay. Neither does El Guapo.

Wait, quince? At this time of year?  Is it local?  How fresh is it? Where's the shop? WIltshire? Where in WIltshire?  Is it off the A346?  Can I avoid the M4?  If I go by train do I have to change at Swindon?  WHERE ARE THESE QUINCES?

"Da, Darren's electrocuted himself!''
"Again???"

Bitch was all up in his face about sprinkles or some shit.

He slams the door, He stomps his feet, He sends me to bed with zilch to eat. But my step-dad's not mean, he's just adjusting.

I would definitely pick Breaker Morant.  The observed execution at the end, the hand-hold, the very methodical and professional actions of the executioners.  No last minute reprieve, no stirring speech.  Even Gallipoli, another great film about mistreating the Aussies, ends in such a glorious and operatic way, there's…

I know.  That's one of those '90s things I look back on and think 'Did that actually happen?  Did I wear a fake lizardskin bowling shirt over a wifebeater and drag my floppy hair down to the 9:30 club to smoke cigars, drink Hefeweizen and pretend to be all into swing? Because I am not okay with that, Late '90s Me.…

Mine was Animal House as well, followed by Blues Brothers.  And I saw both at the drive-in.  My parents' plan was for me to have fallen asleep by the time the R-rated films started.