The singer, was a famous Oscar winning actor, who appeared in well over 100 films. He also recorded several albums throughout the years, one of which contained this ode to love, and to being young and foolish. Sometime I can really relate to.

So leave a comment on who you think it is and I’ll put you out of your misery in a couple of days.

It comes at the end of one of the finest British gangster films, the much underrated “Sexy Beast”.

Cast included Sir Ben Kingsley (who was nominated for an Oscar in this role, and who was robbed of the award), Ian McShane (of Deadwood and now Kings), James Fox and of course the ultimate thuggish geezer, the mighty Ray Winstone.

You can watch the clip here, won’t let me embed it here, thanks Fox!!

My problem is I don’t just not like it, I despise it. I loath the smell of it. We never ate it at home, in fact, it was not even available at the local movie theaters in West Calder and Edinburgh. We had ice-cream or smoked (imagine, just like in aeroplanes, am firm non-smoker of 10+ yrs btw). A girl would come out at the beginning and intermission (quaint eh?) and we’d queue up in the aisle to buy ice-creams, kitkats or 20 Embassy Regal, but never popcorn.

I went to see Milk on Sunday, and that magnificent film’s impact was reduced a tad for me, as I was surrounded by nearly a hundred popcorn munchers. I had to squirm uncomfortably, nose under t-shirt collar to suppress the stench.  It appeared to me that almost everyone in the theater, except me, was chowing down in their respective popcorn buckets. Or popcorn troughs. Oblivious to the sensitivities of the non-popcorn lover.

Well, that’ll teach me. Sorry. Just cannot stand the stuff….so there. I know this is a controversial subject to y’all, but hey, I calls it as I sees it.