Sunday afternoons. The Mid Seventies. Frinton On Sea. Not the  greatest way to spend a childhood. No video games, no box sets, no distraction from the grey rain and mind blowing bad taste wallpaper that surrounded me.  Just me, my sis and a rented TV. Which it turns out was all I needed. Those grainy black and white or glorious technicolour cinemascope cinematic distractions saved … Continue reading Lauren Bacall: My Sunday afternoon saviour