This week I muse about the possibilities available in admitting there is no hope of inventing anything new. Elsewhen I revisit a classic slasher flick from the turn of the millennium, open my mail, and reveal my favourite documentary film of all time. [The peeled lemons serve no function, I'm just being a domestic wee beastie.]
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