My grandma's (aka Nanny's) neighbour, Jeanette, had agreed to babysit me one night.

She took me to Avondale, at the corner of Scott and Bunting (sung in the style of Tim Armstrong), to rent a movie for the evening. I chose Top Secret!

I have such great memories of building a giant Exxon oil tanker out of Lego while eating brown sugar on toast and feeling indescribably unsettled by the ballet sequence.

This was the moment I learned about boners.

Set in London, a little person in a chimpanzee costume terrorizes a group of Generation Zed actors on the set of what's meant to be a house in Hawaii. It's revealed in the end that they were all being paid under contract by Paramount Studios.

I wouldn't say I 'watched' Les Misérables. I kind of just sat in front of it and waited. And waited. And waited.

What Jaws did for swimming in the ocean, Society did for attending underground incest orgies.