It’s leftover chicken soup for dinner, which is kinda boring for a Friday, so I head to Coles on the way home to pick up some interesting bread rolls to go on the side. And maybe some cookies. However, I find Coles has only stocked up on disappointment. I come away with no cookies and bread rolls of merely passable interest. The kinderbesten don’t complain, anyway.

For Fridate Horror we’re a bit stuck, until I review my Plex library and find all sorts of long-forgotten downloads. We pick an old british anthology movie called Vault Of Horror. It’s splendid, the sort of horror film that would be impossible to make nowadays without turning it into a parody, or removing all of the slightly intentional humour.