It's also charming that MPs are given Dickins & Jones catalogues to furnish their constituency boltholes from, as well.
On those rare occasions when the destitute are rehoused, they're very lucky indeed to be granted a few domestic creaky crumblies from the Argos line. I certainly don't know anyone it's ever happened to.
This week I watched SUNSHINE which I found rather dull, apart from enjoying checking out all the references to famous SF films...BTW, didn't anyone notice that calling the ship 'Icarus' was tempting fate, a bit?
I much prefered THE FAREWELL, one of my cherished German arthouse fillums, about the declining days of Brecht. I want to live in his summer house. (Actually, it's now a busy museum, on a waterski-chocked lake. They had to film somewhere in Poland.)