2003 – Year Of The ‘KICK ME’ Sign: As if critics weren’t having an easy time anyway (blah blah manufactured pop idol blah blah White Stripes blah blah bling bling blah blah dance is dead), the world of pop is trying its hardes[…]

BRITNEY SPEARS FT. MADONNA, “Me Against the Music”
who knew the maternal instinct was so strong in madonna? oh, sure, the named might’ve tipped us off, but if her foray into children books wasn’t enough (and for some, it appar[…]

I saw Insomnia recently on DVD, and it’s a well-made film that manages to quieten both Robin Williams and Al Pacino. The Christopher Nolan connection becomes obvious after you’re told about it: To Pacino’s insomniac detective, awake[…]

When I was smaller I once read an album review of a New Album by A Beloved Rock Band. It was not a positive review, in fact it was a very bad one. It concluded by saying that Beloved Rock Band had frittered away what little natural talent they had po[…]

The majority of the reviews for Bright Young Things have spent an inordinate amount of column inches telling us that Stephen Fry’s version is much sweeter and more generous than Evelyn Waugh’s source novel. Well duh. One is called Bright […]

Interweb Psychic Health Index: Arbitrary test of the Interweb’s well-being #1. Comparison of no. of people on top naughty file-sharing system *ou**ee* sharing i) Buju Banton’s much condemned dancehall anthem “Boom Bye Bye” whi[…]

National Poetry Day (Thursday 9th October) highlights:
(Apologies in advance for UK-centricism.) This year is the 10th National Poetry Day, and the theme is ‘Britain’ and national identity. That should bring in the punters…The big g[…]

Last night I ate a Springbok. Not a South African egg chaser of course, rather the South African antelope which burst across the veldt with uncanny speed and grace (but not so much speed and grace that they don’t get caught I guess). What was s[…]

Third Factory – a poetry weblog which showed up by near-coincidence in Freaky Trigger’s referrals, checked night and day by teams of obsessive monkeys. It makes the Wedge look like a cesspit of philistinism, but on the other hand none of […]

NME Originals: The Rolling Stones nicely bundles up NME and Melody Maker cuttings from the 60s. Nothing too heavy – no Mars Bars, no murder – but enough froth for a month of idle breakfast-time pondering of simpler times spent scouring th[…]