I’m not a Sylvester Stallone fan. In fact, I couldn’t bear him back in the day. I spent much of the eighties sniffily ignoring his smash-hit movies and hence missed him single-handedly re-fighting the Vietnam War, with big hair, baby oil and unfeasibly large phallic symbols, over and over again - and two-fistedly winning the Cold War. (I did eventually …
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