Watching the Lost Boys is really not the best way to convince myself that no, I do not need to spend £70 on that huge Lost Boys print they have for sale in the Corn Exchange, especially when said print omits the prettiness of Corey Feldman.

In other news, I have decided to buy a house boat. I shall live on it with my pet crocodile called Elvis and I shall wear white jackets and never shave. Then I remembered that I am not, in fact, Sonny Crockett and I went and had a good cry in the bathroom.