Oh don't mention The Exorcist. I'm sorting out the loft at the moment and there's a paperback of The Exorcist at the top of the stairs; I can't go back up there now. We saw it in Manchester, and I've never known such a strange atmosphere at a cinema [I think there were priests outside]. Soon afterwards we went to stay at a remote farmhouse in Wales. My ex, bless him, went off visiting friends and left me there on my own. After he left there was a tapping/rattling noise upstairs on one of the windows [just like in the film]. I spent most of the night sleeping in the living room [or trying to] with the dog [we were dogsitting for someone]. 40 years later I can still remember how terrified I was. Didn't help that, a few years prior to that, I'd been living in an old manor house in Cornwall and we'd had a seance that had gone a bit nasty.