You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wonder why we keep talking about Star Wars as we recount Kazuo Ishiguro's acclaimed classic, The Remains of The Day, the most frustratingly captivating novel about a butler who does not have sex. We revisit being Too British For Feelings, give up on our jazz dreams, and remember that we're all complicit in war crimes. And also nude John Cleese. We're all complicit in that too.