So, so-called popular culture, Crazy Horses are fine but Mad Cows are not. That's just racism.
Watching "Dracula 1972" and admittedly not for the first time. Stand outs: Michael Kitchen as a randy hippy, rock band "the Stoneground"'s song "Alligator Man" (not available on general release), Johnny Alucard upsetting a vase at a rich ladies party to prove what a badass he is, the bit where Pete Cushing draws lines from the various letters in Alucard's name to work out that Alucard is Dracula backwards. Johnny's ultimate death-by-skylight-and-shower-fate. The way Steph Beacham's bosoms bloody the nose of gravity. The way that the "kids"* hang out in a coffee shop but go to the pub for pints of mild and desperately want to go to Jazz concerts.
I am clearly a seventies kid.
"Silver bullets are not practical and garlic not one hundred per cent effective"
And i was relying on those kievs!
* Bob's a cock