I can’t overemphasise what a big deal this film was in my family when I was growing up. I was too young to get most of the jokes (loved the pratfalls though!), but it was nearly constantly on in the background every weekend, embedding itself in my DNA through osmosis. So watching it now, this film I haven’t thought about in 30 years, is a really strange experience. All of the lines and even the delivery of the lines are bubbling up from my subconscious ahead of time. I’m finally old enough to get the jokes and there are some top-class bangers, but the film never once made me laugh because I knew the lines by rote. Very strange!

Even stranger was the wave of nostalgia that washed over me while watching this was unreal. It was like finding my childhood comfort blanket again. The feeling of safety and warmth. That was really unexpected from a film with a close-up of a half-naked Swedish woman dancing in an office. Wild stuff.