Great news! They’ve just brought out a(nother) new Ghostbusters sequel!!! That is precisely what the world needs, right now. Definitely. In its seemingly ongoing quest towards self-destruction and insanity, not helped by Putin ‘winning’ his election and Arsenal sitting top of the league, this could be the solution for all the world’s troubles!!!

Ghostbusters is my favourite film ever. One of only about 273 which carry that worthy title. From the soundtrack onwards, it was just one of those films which ‘hit a spot’. Top dead centre of your funny bone. Well, mine, don’t know where yours is. It introduced Bill Murray to the world even though ‘Stripes’ which preceded it was a pretty good vehicle for his incredibly morose, dry, laconic wit. But Ghostbusters sent our Bill stratospheric. Ground Hog day elevated him to ‘national treasure’ (not sure which ‘nation’, that’s not the point) and then Lost in Translation made him a god and enabled Scarlett Johansson to become the Marvel superhero she was destined to become.

I’d first seen him when I lived in California in 1981 and someone showed me one of the 57 tv channels (we only had 4 at home) which showed old (crap) editions of the early ‘Saturday Night Live’ shows, from 1977, 78, 79, featuring John Belushi, Chevi Chase, Dan Aykroyd, Steve Martin and, yup, Bill Murray. They were brilliant shows, with an incredible cast in their early, pre-fame days, and Murray was magnificent.

But according to reports, he ain’t so magnificent in Ghostbusters part-whatever, as he and pre-octogenaric Dan Aykroyd zimmer their achy way around a bunch of cheap special effects.

Never mind, I’m sure you can get all those SNLs on YouTube.

Which our dear and beloved Princess of Wales might do as she enters her chemotherapy. She’ll need some laughs. Probably won’t get any from Harry and Meg.

And I simply loved her ‘statement’ yesterday. Because I read the entire thing ‘between the lines’ and it was simply brilliant, unarguable and bold. This is what it really said, if you just delve underneath the really posh delivery. It said:

“I’ve got cancer you bunch of headline-hunting, glory-seeking, meddling, interfering arse-wipes. So you can take your ‘fake photo’ bullshit and your endless speculation and conspiracy-theorising and all the absolute garbage you’ve been thinking, posting, printing and publishing and stick it anywhere you like as long as its nowhere near me or my family. Sincere thanks for all the loving messages, and as for the rest of you, you can just FUCK RIGHT OFF AND DON’T COME BACK’.

Well done Kate. And good luck.

A xxxx