- because Peter O’Toole gets the gleaming, soulful heart of a dirty, dirty old man
- because Jodie Whittaker’s smoky scowl is as convincing as her legs
- because two old men dancing and weeping made me want to dance and weep
- because it has grimy, damp, poky interiors
- because love isn’t always young, airbrushed and gorgeous
- because I should be so lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky.