The film Jaws, whilst undoubtedly a classic, will indelibly blemish, if not completely extinguish, the joy of open sea swimming for the rest of your life. Whilst the line “we’re going to need a bigger boat” will amusingly grace your fishing trips/visits to Scott’s, you'll never be able to experience blissful relaxation whilst swimming serenely at sea without hearing John Williams’ bloody score in your head every time an unrhythmic wave of saltwater stirs against your skin. ​ The evocative power of great cinema is not always negative however:  At that impressionable stage in every man's life you’ll reach maturity, "break your cherry" and watch Scorsese’s Goodfellas.  At around the same age if you have any desire for independence and a keenness to demonstrate your manhood you'll start single-handedly preparing meals for your family. In emulation of Clemenza from the the Godfather (that other important spoke in the wheel of your masculine eduction), you'll choose an Italian meal. Undoubtedly at some part in the preparation, you'll find yourself chopping garlic. At that moment you’ll think back to Paulie from Goodfellas and you'll cut that garlic clove so fine that it will liquify in the pan with just a little oil. It is after-all you'll think to yourself “a very good system”. You'll shave garlic in the same manner for the next twenty years at least (and even if you stop because you find you like big wads of flavourful garlic in your marinara sauce) you'll never cut a garlic clove without hearing that Ray Liotta voice-over. ​ As they say in Sicily - Saluté ​ ​ MHS.