Tragicallyunhip

…I didn’t have an imaginary friend. That probably explains a lot.

Ok so I went and I was coming home to wite a kinna “i dunno…” review of the flick, but then was made to realise that I was looking at it in the same way the new Start Wars trilogy bashers vewied those movies: I wasn’t putting myself in the seat of the kid I used to be when I fell in love with the originals. So, that said, it IS a good flick seen that way. Ole Harrison doesn’t really throw himself into Indie like he used to, but things really pick up when Marion arrives and the banter gets decidedly snappier. All-in-all it’s worth your dough.

I used to think there was a dinosaur walking across crumpled newspaper in my back garden at night.
It was actually the sound of my pulse in my ear!

… I would stick out my tongue at people and say it was itchy or needed air to get away with it. Oddly, it never worked…

I remember standing on the back steps of my house with a long plank of wood (the long piece from the ladder off a set of bunkbeds) singing Summer Holiday. I rocked.
(I’m sorry but good taste prevents me from posting a cliff richard picture!!)

I thought Neil Diamond was singing about Reverend Bluejeans