Being born in the mid-80s, they were already on the rocks by the time I became aware of them, so their separation and divorce was massive news throughout my childhood.

He and Highlander’s Adrian Paul convinced mid-90s me that the way to be cool was to have a ponytail and be good with a sword.

God I love that fucking insane film. Herzog’s absolutely palpable disinterest in the cop plot of his own film and how he resolves it in that one fabulously funny scene makes it perfect.

This one hurts for me. I was at exactly the right age for the Power Rangers when they hit in the early-mid 90s and Jason David Frank was a huge part of it.

I really must get around to rewatching that one. I remember digging the hell out of it at the time.

Funny thing about that. Nearly a decade ago when House of Cards first launched I was interviewing a local conservative politician who said to me “I love House of Cards, even though Kevin Spacey is a SOCIALIST!!!” 

I would watch the shit out of that.

Very sad. He was one of the standout artists of the past 25 years particularly.

It’s just awful.

There was a 90s nostalgia account that I used to follow on Twitter which was initially run by a person before becoming bot-run after a certain point (around late 2015 I think) and began to just repeat all of the same tweets over, and over again for several years (including several very specifically 2015 things) before…

I quite liked this one.

We’re the country where “owning the Libs” means the exact opposite of what it does in the US.

Obviously I’m not American, nor do I live there but a whole bunch of my younger colleagues in the office (born between 1998 and 2000) all absolutely fucking love Yellowstone.

Very true.

And Egg from This Life! 

I never saw the third one.

Well we got stupid sexy Thatcher a couple of years back so sure.

That revelation continues to stun me 20 years on.

For all fuck ups of Iraq, Blair at least won a few elections, something it would be great to see Labour finally do again in 2024.

My very first girlfriend when I was a teenager was a Brit whose view of John Major was “he’s boring, grey and dull like pea soup”, a description which has stuck with me for the past few decades.