One thing I’ve really loved about the festive season is my favourite actor Harrison Ford being on the box the whole time.
We’ve been treated to a run-through of all the ages of his utter gloriousness.
Yes, I could dip in and out of his film career using DVDs, On Demand and all that malarkey any day of a normal week.
But there is nothing like the guilty pleasure of finding him unexpectedly Indianaing or Soloing and simply settling down to 20 minutes of deliciousness.
Luckily my husband’s equivalent, Meg Ryan, hasn’t been on at the same time, or we’d have had remote wars.
Plus the rather sad fact is that she always plays simpering idiots and those characters don’t, in my opinion, deserve his fascination.