Nostalgia
I recently stumbled across something online that warmed the cockles of my heart, and sent me tumbling back to my childhood. You may have seen it already; it has been doing the rounds for years now, but has had a recent resurgence thanks to Twitter. I am referring to a perfectly copied Argos catalogue from 1985.
In a world full of shimmering gems of nostalgia - offering so much more than the boxy logic of Lego, why couldn't we have a celluloid interpretation of something more inspiring? Listen up, producers of America, I'm pitching...
Time has wings. The child you kiss goodnight tonight has no clue that she will soon be standing over the bed of her own daughter wondering how she got here. She will recall the days she spent making cakes and memories with you as she plans the same activity with her little ones.
It is a night when staunch traditionalists curse the Yanks for this loathsome export, but a night when the once-ET Generation, now parents ourselves, relish the opportunity to be kids again and party for no apparent reason. No one celebrates a pointless holiday quite as well as our friends from across the Pond who make the scary movies....