Imagine a 15 year old boy in the late 1980's, rainy afternoon, touch of the flu, laying on the sofa, helpless to whatever was on TV and then some strange film that starts with archery ('The Archers' opening credit) and then medieval pilgrims comes on, followed by Spitfires,was the flu getting to me? No. I was being caught by the bug of A Canterbury Tale. It was evocative to me of an England that I hope, but probably realised never existed, yet even so, with a suspension of disbelief - you are sucked in to the life of this charming community with it's 'glueman', American soldier and yokels. This film probably subconconsciously made me choose Canterbury for my teacher training, which resulted in one of the best years of my life. It is a lovely little film, if you accept it as that then you will not be disappointed, It stuck in my memory that rainy flu ridden afternoon, I couldn't remember what it was called until I heard someone #in a pub five years later# talking about the plot of this film they had seen on TV one rainy afternoon themselves, and I asked them what it was called. Since then whenever it has been on, I have sought it out, until I bought the DVD and now at least once a year on a miserable weekend rainy afternoon, I allow myself to be transported to a world that showed camaraderie, courage and above all great charm. Why can't films like this be made today?