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So I was at this screening of Some Like It Hot tonight in a beautifully designed 50s ballroom that had been all decked out for the occasion with candles and lights and music and velvet couches and it was exquisitely beautiful, and it made me entirely despondent and suicidal because I realised that I am going to die alone and before I die alone I will never have a guy who will take me to a mock 50s dance and sing Frank Sinatra with me.