The only film ever that gave me the screaming abdabs.

The two scenes that turned my stomach are mentioned above. The Cornish game hen that squirms on the plate when carved, and the unwrapping of the child to expose its innards. The whole thing could have been designed as an exercise in giving Kevin the willies and still making him feel squeamish to this day. It's the only film I ever had to walk out of through sheer horror and distaste. I saw it at a midnight screening held by the film club I'd joined in Norwich, forty-odd years ago. I've since watched it on DVD, but let me tell you a secret. If you've only seen the DVD, you have missed the whole point. The surreality cannot reach through anything smaller than a full-size cinema screen. i swear that something in the celluloid was imprinted by Lynch to ooze out of the cinema screen, and is lost in digital. And go alone, God forbid you should have another human whose landholding presence might encourage you to stay for

Tips for getting the best from your café and barista

Baristas work bloody hard. It's a skilled job as you'd find out if you had to juggle making hundreds of drinks a day, all day, every day. Pulling an excellent espresso shot alone takes time and practice to learn,. Add in a wide variety of drinks based on espresso and you'll see there's a lot to balance and think about, not to mention the hideous and innumerable matcha concoctions that are suddenly

Frankie Wells.

Compared to how she looked in her senior graduation photos you wouldn’t have glanced twice at her during junior high. Freshman year either for that matter.

She wasn’t particularly pretty back then and nothing about her would have caught your eye unless you were a junior high boy who had already taken English in Ms Somers' class and actually read the book with her picture on the cover; you might have thought she looked like Anne Frank with kinda big titties.

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