You've got the PG setting on. Tweak that and you should start seeing results.

I suspect Fiasco helped write Premee's skeet.

Posse of young black lads on the bus, being loud and enthusiastic about the British Library reading rooms. "I get so much more done there!" one of them concludes.

Waiting for the next bus with a bunch of mid-20somethings having an equal parts stoned and tired conversation about cheese.

999: Peril! Heroes! Michael Buerk! 99% ok outcome!

Casualty: Peril! Hospital staff visibly dealing with personal drama! Charlie looking permanently concerned about everything! High likelihood of interesting complications! Positive outcome not guaranteed!

Casualty numbed you.

HO. HO. HO.

(Yes, in other words)

It all started when he decided to get a cargo bike to deliver him and a large cylinder of shoe-melting chemicals from UCL to King's Place...

...and it got dafter from there.

And here was me thinking you couldn't top the night Andrea Sella melted everyone's shoes backstage.

(We did get Dustin Hoffman researching Shylock and swearing a lot, which made our A-Level English teacher a bit nervous because the school TV volume knob was stuck on 11.)
(I somehow have yet to correct this gaping hole in my education; I blame being distracted by Chaucer and gothic literature.)

I've always had a lot of time for Tim Roth ('specially since I found out he's a Dulwich boy and developed the accent to fit in better at school in Brixton, relatable (but northern)) but we did Othello and Merchant instead of Hamlet, so we missed out on the traditional Roth+Oldman A-Level treat.

Finally, I may have found my and my dad's people.

It must be so validating for @premeemohamed.com that you've found a use for the results of her best experiment yet.

Xennial kids* in the UK had the life frightened out of them by the telly adaptation, which was inexplicably shown at Saturday teatime.

*me

Sleepy maid! Angry maid! Cowbot! Milkbucketbot!

You'd think, but being in the kitchen making a mess is an all-year fun thing for me. What comes out of the mess varies a bit according to time of year, but it's just a me-having-fun thing.