Sure, but they are actually ponies and therefore bastards. Stupid, stubborn bastards. Miniature horses are nowhere near as intelligent as dogs, but they can handle really basic stuff. But they are also overbred, inbred, misshapen animals who are structurally only marginally sound. I get that labradors have bad hips…

Yuup. People DIE because of this bullshit.

Then Grimes got her a ticket home and she bitched about that too. Does this woman even music?

My lord, that lineup of looks would work in a Filipino beauty pageant and basically no-where else.

Oh yes, the Grimaldis are an opera masquerading as a royal family. 

RIGHT???

Mwah, darling.

You did the entire review without one reference to this?

I saw this in a double bill with Babette’s Feast, and boy, howdy, is that the pinnacle of romantic historical movies. 

I feel like we know one another.

Yuuuup.

You mean it does not contain this immortal scene?

Brava!

That is genius.

Grocery charity is both the saddest (because why should it be necessary) and most awesome (because most liberating) charity in the world. I was once at T&T market in Vancouver, and short like 90 cents on my bill at the store, and I was desperate for the food, and without another word the bagger leaned over and scanned…

Not sure, after dealing with him for a decade, that he has one.

Yep. There’s a great book, “Girl Walks Out of a Bar” that chronicles a detox in a Manhattan detox hospital and it is BRUTAL.

Not in Essex they haven’t.

My favourite QE story is that once, a groom was working in the royal stables at Sandringham I think, and she was very busy. Out of the corner of her eye she saw somebody just loafing around watching all the bustle, so she yelled “Don’t just stand there, fetch me a bucket of water!”

Hell, something like three years before that Rolling Stone interview, he was profiled in Vanity Fair and the article ended with the writer finding him passed out in a public toilet.