From your lips to Cthulhu's ears.

All prayers.

One of the signal honours of my life. (And he's lovely to just hang out with; gracious, funny, very generous with his legendary spliffs.)

A head shot, one assumes.

Specifically the possibility space of Shakespeare.

Who?

these fucking guys

General observation: I love how Americans have finally started to learn the nuances of the non-gendered use of 'cunt' through some kind soul putting Serving in front of it.

Funnier than the Joker generally is.

Don't want to turn this into a dogfight, but I'd back Companion over Weapons.

Liz and Richard arrived one day for a dressing in their Rolls. As Liz got out, mum noticed her stuffing her knickers in her pocket.

Mum also said she was rude and smelly, unlike Richard in both regards.

My mum sewed for Monty Berman and has tales of them in the Cleopatra shoot...