I am courting controversy.  I am sacred cow-tipping – sneaking up on it as it sleeps the long, drowsy sleep of the utterly bored and giving it a ruddy good shove.  The cow will emit a torpid, barely audible moo before falling on its bloated, special-edition, extended arse where it will sit lazily without even attempting to get up.

The Lord Of The Rings: corpulent, lethargic, slow-moving, sacred cow.  You don’t get that time back, you know.  So much precious, precious time (no Golum comparisons intended).

I Sat Through That? – The Lord Of The Rings