Given the number of David Collings DVDs in this small house, there's probably one within a metre or two of me at any given time. :-D

Although I have shifted at the moment to mostly watching James Maxwell when in distress, so I resorted to the THriller where he and Julian Glover have girls murdered and bury them in the back garden. (Unlike some of the other Thrillers I have now seen, it is fairly cheesy in a comforting way and the scariest thing in it is actually the American girl's fiance.)