Hello and welcome to Rated or Dated.

I'm Hannah Dunleavy and I am joined by my furry friends.

Mickey Nalen. It's true. I've not shaved my legs for weeks. Yes. My furry friends Mickey, no, Dan.

It's true, I've not shaved my legs for weeks.

Oh, no, me neither, mate.

And Jen offered.

Hello.

Jen, you've been on holiday.

You've been out somewhere with your legs outside.

I'd imagine you do have less hairy legs.

Yeah, I mean, I've sort of let myself go, but since I got back, obviously, not a priority when you're having the issues I was having last week. But yeah, not too bad. Not too bad. And how did the shit yourself thin diet work out, Jen? Very well, thank you. Okay. So, moving swiftly away from that, Jen, we need to talk about this film.

But first, can we talk about how when I was at school,

like just some guy in my class came out as a werewolf.

It was all right, nobody cared.

Did they even notice, Hannah?

Did they even notice?

Anyway, what did we watch?

Well, what joy I had last week to be able to say that for professional

reasons I was watching, as were you both, 1985's Teen Wolf. Michael J. Fox's second absolute banger of that

year, apparently just a month or so after Back to the Future. I know. Crazy. If my concept of time still works.

Well, Back to the Future doesn't, so I wouldn't worry about it.

Fair. Good point.

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