I wanted fast cars too. I was ten years too late.

Yesterday, well. One very definite highlight was having The Last Drop in my hot little hands at last. It looks like a crud fillum, and the cheapness and scarcity attest to same (I'd oredred it so long ago I'd actually forgotten it, but there it was, wedged in the letterbox, unfilched by those who now pick through my letterbox for anything of interest) and it attests to being your bog standard battlefield heist flick, but it does feature Fox, Pertwee, Spall and Skarsgard. That's "son of" in every case, which amuses me, dirty old woman that I am. Should be good for ogling if nothing else.
( more: Good detectives don't wash their hands - it wastes time, and film )