This has been our Christmas Eve tradition for about a decade now. No phones, no lights, just Kermit and his wee boy walking on a log made to look like a street. An image that is so wholesome, joyous and wholly good that my eyes glisten at the thought.

That moment where we grip eachothers hand a little tighter when we know the Tiny Tim scene is coming.

When Kermit says that Tiny Tim can see the ducks on the…

You should have seen them all. Snaking their way in a massive queue outside Glasgow's famous GFT (Glasgow Film Theatre), desperate to get on the bandwagon and see the latest Oscar hoover. Pathetic. I tutted VERY loudly as I walked into the packed screening but nobody seemed to notice or care. It's 14:10 on a Monday. This place should be dead. Disgusting.

I think it's fair to say that without exception, everyone who has ever been to the cinema (or…