The day that’s in it
Thought I’d post a quick thanks to Mr Hughes for best use of dandruff in a film ever, and one of my own fondest memories of schooldays: my whole entire first year class piled into Anita Murphy’s living room to watch The Breakfast Club. We have photos to prove it, but you’re not seeing them (acne, braces, enormous hair and complete lack of awareness of enormous hair is too heart-breaking to look back on now) but you do get to see this instead:
And no, I don’t know who Richard is, but he ain’t no child of the eighties if he calls them Singstar eighties dance moves. Sigh.