A CONVERSATION UPON CHEATING DEATH BY CHAMPAGNE!!
Person A: Crikey. I hear the bubbles go straight to your head. BUT WHY! And speaking of which, if you have air bubbles in your blood, doesn’t that KILL YOU when they reach the heart and block it[…]

COMPLETE CONTROL: Pete’s away again boys and girls, and I believe he was silly enough to hand over the reins for Do You See to me whilst he’s away for the week. THEREFORE I will try and crack on with the Top 100 Films in his absence and s[…]

Son Of Tatwatch
A downloader’s diary, cont’d. (If you want to know the ‘methodology’ of this, ask me.)
THE GRID – “Rollercoaster”: My mini-Grid revival continued. “Rollercoaster” is all politely t[…]

Whitstable Oyster Festival
London in the summer + no garden = not a nice place to be, so a trip to Whitstable seemed like a great idea, especially as the annual Oyster Festival was on. On arrival we immediately polished off a pot of cockles (vinegar […]

All hail Deems Taylor! — so Fantasia is one of those weird what-ifs of film history, archpopulist Walt Disney figuring ‘why not?’ and aiming for abstract within representation and getting a slew of talented characters and artists to[…]

“he entered the forest and the phantoms came to meet him“
between my house and my friend T’s new house (see story in link) lie the Hackney Marshes (well sorta, if you take a bit of a northward curve on the way): the marshes i first[…]

Quick recap: Freaky Trigger has launched a fundraising appeal for Exeter City Football Club, ‘wittily’ titled Grecian Earn. Part of the fundraising involves anonymous benefactors giving me their unwanted indie CDs for me to put beyond the[…]

Rick James RIP — yeah, yeah, cocaine, Chappelle, what did the hand say etc. etc. etc.
What matters for me at least:
Me at 10: “What the…’coming home intoxicated?’…what a weird line. I like this song.”
M[…]

FOR AGAINST
Echelons
I’m still scratching my head over this one, how the first album from 1986 by arguably the longest running US band dedicated to a love of That Early Eighties Post-Punk Gloom-Tinged Sound awaited being reissued for all these […]

Human traffic — I was a deluded young man. I was in England, in London, it was 1992. I waited to cross a London street. “All will be politeness and serenity here, no jaywalking or rude drivers or anything like that.” I didn&#821[…]