QT has directed TV before, most notably a superbly blood-splattered episode of ER. One does not expect his direction of an episode of CSI to be anything less than “icky”. But now he is toying with a whole TV series.
Well he would not be t[…]

Mel C will get a Liver Bird tat on her arse. Finally Steven Gerrard will pull his finger out with an incentive like that.
Oh, and does anyone want to tell UEFA that the Champions League, isn’t, like, a league at all. It’s a cup competitio[…]

You don’t expect an Elmore Leonard book to start in Africa. Perhaps that is the point. The first five chapters of Pagan Babies is set in Rwanda, and is pretty much about the massacres. Admittedly it told me nothing I did not already know about […]

Spotted in the Head Of Steam last night (pub one of three for me) – a new style of hi-rise charity box. In a wooden frame there were five perspex boxes all labelled with their respective charities. The HoS said they would double any money given[…]

Okay, if we can have Moments In Love and/or Martin’s Great Moments then can we have the opposite. Moments in songs that you hate with a passion. You might hate the song completely due to that moment, or, as in this case just get your teeth set […]

OMD – Romance of the Telescope
With Kelly O currently ripping Visage’s Fade to Grey* in another fun/clumsy (ymmv) stab at the corpse of electro-pop, it was pure chance that I was reminded this week of another of my electro-pop heroes: Orc[…]

Just a brief post right now about this book, which I truly think is one of the best books about music ever, though my recent reread of it is enabling me to catch assumptions and potential flaws more than I noticed in the past. Nonetheless, I think t[…]

And so farewell then, Celebrity Wrestling. We barely knew (watched) you. Except a bizarre one minute sgment where Jenni Powell was tethered to Fatima Whitbread in a turquoise gimp mask and made to run around the ring hitting some balls.[…]

We were caught in a trap.
We could not walk out.
But it was nothing to do with love, baby. Just that fucking Federal Agent Elvis Presley, who believed that myself and Crispian had the secret to hyper-advanced alien technology in our brains. Surely th[…]

the intriguing thing abt my post-punk pal mark k-punk is that his “don’t vote it only encourages em” hippyoid disenchantment combines with slightly rear-view morleyism (objects in mirror appear closer than they are!!) and EXCELLENT […]