This is my equivalent of a new set of Rowney colour pencils to start the academic year. And new socks that are still white and don't need knicker elastic garters. To run alongside The Western Front: A One Woman Invasion, this will be a mildly piquant digest of stuff what I watch. Like Charlie Brooker but without the Blue Peter wife.
So if you like digested shite, this is for you. Please be forewarned: I do not know who Tarkovsky is; I have never knowingly watched an Ingmar Bergman film, and I liked "Knocked Up". On the plus side, I would not recognise a Kardashian in a police line up.