In the last of our anti-Lenten frolics, Hermia talks TV’s greatest… The Gilmore Girls Last weekend was a weekend that required a box of tissues, a couch and a constant supply of tea and movies. I snuggled into the pillows and decided to start out with the old reliable romantic movies - you know, to give me hope that I wouldn’t die alone. I tried Dirty Dancing first - it was a timeless love story - but wound up shouting at Baby, telling her that Johnny was probably riddled with STDs and that after the final epic dance scene she’d realise she had the clap. That was obviously not working. I needed a Plan B. Moulin Rouge was put on next. Usually it turns me into a sobbing mess, wailing about the beauty of true love (and Ewan McGregor) every time I watch - this would do the trick. Instead … There’s more →