I’ve just watched a 1950’s movie called Time Lock, about a child locked in a bank vault and the attempts to get him out. The plot’s pretty good, and while it shows its origins as a stage play it’s an enjoyable watch. The dialogue, however, is a real treat – “I’m afraid, te’ebly afraid”, “Tell them to get here immediately, and make it fast”, “He’s not breathing. What do you think? Adrenaline?…Yes, adrenaline, 3 minims.” Brilliant stuff, I’m almost inspired to go out and buy a cravat. OK, another cravat.