Like a lot of people who grew up in the eighties, John Hughes was a huge part of my life.
I'd seen pretty much every movie, but was particularly spoken to by The Breakfast Club (guess which one I was), Pretty In Pink, Sixteen Candles and Ferris Bueller.
So I was pretty devestated this morning (and even had a little cry) when I heard he'd died - and also, 59 seems remarkably young.
RIP John. You gave me (and my whole generation) and language for being a teenager. Also, I suspect you may have had a big impact on proms becoming part of the UK school scene. (And, also, just discovered you wrote Maid in Manhattan, which I also loved - what do post-teens do for kicks when they grow up? Watch chick flicks.)