‘I ain’t no for real cowboy, but I one hell of a stud.’ You know how it is. Films you should of seen, films you even thought you had seen, the clips and soundtracks so plentiful in your cultural psyche you can’t quite believe you haven’t indulged in the entire 110 minutes. I guess that’s the joy of skimming through the boxes as the charity … Continue reading VHS, sunshine and coconut milk