My favourite Oscar-ism was “I am saving my money to get a car, then I can get a girlfriend!” (funnier in broken English).

I’m more of a Columbo fan. We know who did it, but can it be proved? And more importantly can the killer be tripped up by this scruffy little man, and be accidentally incriminate him/herself?

I can’t stand those sunday afternoon/sunday evening murder mysteries, just can’t do with the Agatha Christie stuff at all.

I do however haunt the “Crime/thriller” shelf of my local library and yes, its the “Silence of the Lambs” stylee that grabs my attention - I wish I could tell you of some of the authors names, but I’m rubbish at names.

The most sublime moment on an overnight atlantic flight happened to me once when I’d been upgraded to Club and stayed awake all night determined to make the most of it - Silence of the Lambs started at around 5am just as dawn was breaking outside and I sat and watched it while everyone else slept and then had breakfast, my own private showing :)

Oscar has probably been shot.