If you ever wanted to see me eat a beef rib the size of my child, look no further.
It’s like something out of the fucking Flintstones, for God’s sakes
April 9, 2018
Detectorists: in praise of small things
The defining moment of Detectorists, for me, is like most of the show’s scenes in that it is quiet, incidental, and not much seems to… More
