This Year's Love (1999)

 

Doors Open (2012)

 

Orphans (1998)

If Only . . . (1998)

Separated At Birth?

Languishing in the Draft Section (part III)

This one dates from 11/01/07 (12:25). All the draft post consisted of was the above title post and the two jpegs. Henshall and the unknown doppleganger. No links, No text. No clues.

I won't get a wink of sleep tonight wondering who it was in that jpeg which is now nothing more than a dead link. Looks like Dougie Henshall? That could be half the population of Paisley. The other half of Paisley looks like Milky from This Is England '86.

One of few celebrity spots in my life was Dougie Henshall. A Thursday night in 2004. Tottenham Court Road tube station. Central Line. I only remember the particulars because it was this miraculous night and Henshall was in a retro Celtic top. He didn't look too happy at the time and I presumed (wrongly) that Celtic had got gubbed that night.

Loved It!!!!!

I can't find it on video, and I would have to sell a kidney to buy it on DVD, but I was in seventh heaven last night when, flicking through the channels, I discovered that This Year's Love* was on UKTV Drama. Granted it isn't the greatest film in the world, and it won't be denting the Sight and Sound All Time Top Ten Films any time soon, but I've always had a soft spot for that film.

It may be because it contains yet another stellar performance from Kathy Burke that seals it for me: Where she exclaims, half shouting in anger and half laughing "You've tattoed Celtic4Ever on my arse . . . I'm Arsenal, me"; or that scene with Dougray Scott in the supermarket; or even where she performs the herculean task of singing a David Gray song, and making it sound wonderful. I've no idea, as there are too many to list - she is just the bees knees.

Oh aye, and Lisa, in case you didn't know, Dougie Henshall is in it. He plays a charismatic Scotsman.

*Writer/Director, David Kane, also wrote the absolutely brilliant Dream Baby way back in 1989 for the BBC. Yet another one of those songs/films/books/tv programmes/childhood chocolate bars/political cartoonist/football players, etc, etc, that I can have a tendency to rant and rave about, and no other bugger knows what the hell I am havering about.