Almost two years ago, publog supremo mr barang and I managed to have a conversation that came, somehow, to the conclusion that MARMITE CHICKEN would be a marvellous thing. In our world this was: 1. Take a whole chicken 2. Slather it in marmite 3. R[…]

Consciousness and quantum physics
There are very few more interesting and dfficult subjects than the nature of mind and consciousness. It doesn’t seem to resemble anything else in the universe. What is it? What is it made of? Is it distinct fro[…]

“Do you want to be a star? Boys 12-19: THIS IS YOUR CHANCE!”
When casting for if…., they ran this ad (January 1968? The source is a bit unclear but round about then) in The Times, the Telegraph and yes, MELODY MAKER!
(Actually the[…]

He was a ponytailed Japanese wrestler-turned-fence, on kidney dialysis; she was a grave and grey-haired curator-scholar with an impish smile… Art Crimes told the story of Anne Roever-Kann of Bremen Museum, and how (with the help of New York art[…]

“I Created Blog, The Thing That Should Not Be!”. Via Pearls That Are His Eyes, another awesome comics resource in the form of the MONSTER BLOG. (NB it’s not actually in any sense a blog, it’s just a website. Also they should h[…]

Why don’t I like U2? Because Bono is a dick? Well, maybe, but why is he a dick? What particular quality of theirs is it that stops their rockin’ monumentalism working for me? I think it’s this: rather than just be about bigness in a[…]

Screen Cuisine: Done well, lists are writing tapas.[…]

Take The Daytrippers and mix it with Gurinder Chadha’s What’s Cooking, and you get Pieces Of April. The Daytrippers is the family journey part, as the go from suburbia to New York to see wayward daughter April. What’s Cooking is the[…]

We’re back from Bilbao. It was terrific – big thanks to the organisers, who handled the inevitable logistical nightmare of 14 thirsty Brit blokes with aplomb. There will no doubt be several holiday-inspired posts. This is one of them. It&[…]

Since MOTHS never sleep, and are as active now as 50 years ago, the looks of bafflement that sistrah Becky and I got when we asked for MOTHBALLS are a bit baffling in themselves (e.g. in Woolworths and in my otherwise unimpeachable nearby drycleaners[…]