Club FT Dancefloor Test for the Rachel S and Girls A records saw the Girls emerge a clear winner – that synth intro rams you onto the floor whereas Richard X fannying about with his ‘scuzzed-up 80s’ preset is the perfect bargoing ex[…]

An in-depth, thoughtful, and ultimately wrong headed discussion on the lack of aging of characters in superhero comics. The article is based on the seeming paradox that Batman has been around for seventy odd years and yet has barely aged a jot.
Um. I[…]

Things I drunk at Glastonbury:
Wherry Bitter
Brothers Bar Perry
Carslberg Lager
Red Wine from a Wine Box
Hot chocolate with whiskey in (cheers Anna)
Strongbow (a Tom misorder)
Burrow Hill Cider
Rum and Orange punch (cheers Emma and Alan)
Calamacho (r[…]

HELLAS! There may have been eight million people dancing in Athens when Greece beat France, but on Telendos I’m guessing a few extra cocktails were the limit of festivities. The island has half a dozen tavernas, two or three of which boast TVs.[…]

Drinking Makes Bones Denser: this explains why Pete weighs fifteen stone.[…]

The gaiety of the nation: “adds to the gaiety of the nation” is one of my favourite little phrases. I like it because it makes, quite succinctly, the case for frippery. I was about to invoke it in that notorious talking-shop the k-punk co[…]

YOUR GRAN DOESN’T COME FOR FREE
There is something admirable about Mike Skinner from The Streets. It has been suggested that he is one of my recruits, sent undercover into the garage/hip-hop and whatever other name British dance music is being […]