You will understand why I did it though? Imagine the scene. I am sixteen years old, waiting to see a man who is not keen to see me. Mr McMahon. A man with a big responsibility. A maths tutor, handsomely paid by my parents and charged with getting me a maths O level. Two fails…
What use is a blog if I can’t share with my readers things that I think they will enjoy. Because our time is finite, how much of it do we waste watching and reading things that are unworthy of our precious time? And especially so with films or movies. I have a theory that to…
