One Sunday in New Zealand I caught a bus. The driver put Dirty Dancing onto the Screen. I can't honestly say I'd watched it all the way through before. When it finished the girl behind me said "It's just like Sunday at home."
"Why's that?" Someone asked.
"Every Sunday, when my Mum does the ironing, she puts the video of Dirty Dancing on, and when she's finished, as a treat, she fast forwards to the last scene.
"Well, about once a month she fancies a change and watches Grease instead."
 I say girl, but she seemed to be about 20. And from Scarborough.