Does the title of this post sound familiar?
They're the words echoed by one of my favourite Ghostbusters – I have four in
total – from the 1984 classic when the guys are covered in marshmallow after
giving the giant sticky sailor what for on top of the apartment building now
dubbed “Spook Central.” And seeing as you all by now know I’m a huge fan of the
franchise, and having just been to the Big Apple itself, it won’t surprise you
to know that said-trip involved Ghostbusters quite a fair bit, as well as the
welcome onslaught of the smell of burnt marshmallow (not so much being covered
in it) and even that once-creepy building as mentioned where refrigerators and
kitchen counters just aren’t to be trusted.
