a.k.a The Kipling Clock.

Watching James Darcy play Lee Ashworth (Broadchurch) one night and Jarvis the next has given me new appreciation for the dude's range…emotionally, tonally and (I guess) geographically.

…just give John Wick all the awards to do with stunt work and cinematography. Maybe the ensemble thing, too.

Streets ahead.

"He's so wrong (DeLonge, DeLonge, DeLonge)…"
The Chiffongs.

Sounds like a real Mother of an Invention.

That punk you like is going to come back in style.

You're entirely correct. Barrowman is many things to many men. Ask him.

John Boor, man…or, John: Boer Man, in a pinch.
Never John Barrowman, though. He has his own thing.

Eddie Murphy did a fine impersonation of a fart in an air-lock.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and John Wick. Please sir, can I have some Morse ?

The last bippy.
Raise your glasses as we drink a powdered toast.

Just reassure me that Ronnie's wig is no longer a thing. That was too hideous.

"Okay then…"
Nobody invests like Sam Elliott. I felt all Raising Arizona up in here.

*Swivels sharply on heel* … was sure I just heard something.

Antigonish would feel about right…

Charlottetown is just plain out of the question.

Many of J.G.Thirlwell's projects are just him, alone.

Arfur bleedin' Lowe : King of the Mumbled Aside.

Palindrome chutney stevedore fragment melon say that ? Are you not ?