You snap to consciousness beneath a bright blue sky, sun blazing overhead. Not for the first time, you wonder if it might be worth staying stuck in time just for the free travel and vitamin D. You are on a concrete road, lined with all sorts of buildings in a mish-mash of styles and there’s an expansive, vacant feel to the place. You creep around for a little while before you see giant cast iron gates, above them the words Paramount Pictures in iconic swirling typeface.

While you are excited you might get to hang out with Hollywood’s infamous queer "sewing circle", you’re a bit worried that there’s absolutely no-one around. After more wandering you hear the sound of a door closing to a building with a large “D" painted on it. You poke yo...