I went to see the stage version of When Harry Met Sally last night. Yes, yes, purely for research purposes, though it was actually quite a light, fun evening – which reminded me that like any form of entertainment sometime theatre should be jus[…]

Round-up
Head of Frampton found on bikini
I really really dislike “Year Of The Rat” by Badly Drawn Boy. Just so you know. The perils of the mid-paced rocker: don’t try it kids.
Handy summary of the current file-sharing flap.
What fo[…]

You know those things? Toys, right, and you have a horse on a pedestal or sometimes a man, and you can push the bottom of the pedestal and it relaxes the wires in the horses legs? And so the horse can dance about? And if you push it right in the hors[…]

There is a type of critical practise which I have decided to call Carmodism (cf). It involves hearing echoes of political events in contemporary pop records and vice versa – divining invisible connections that can, when the intuition is right, […]

National Geographic have reprinted a series of adventure & exploration classics. The usual suspects are included; Lewis & Clark, Cherry-Garrard, Howard Carter etc.
I’ve read a couple and the original text has been left unaltered, with[…]

After an exciting half hour of underwater daring do, with the brave Captain Troy Tempest saving the world what would be more stirring than a fine piece of outro music. Well obviously what would be more stirring would be a soppy (and sopping) ballad a[…]

I saw  a show of fairly typical Himalayan mountain crafts today, and they didn’t really move me in any way, they were nice, and there was something to be said against aesthiciasing functional objects, but nothing that hasn’t been said b[…]

[/emerges from XFM induced catatonia]
Tatwatch and Square Table back tomorrow. For now, the news (no news to most I’m sure) that “Dry Your Eyes” is apparently going to be No.1 on Sunday*. Crikey.
*(and credit where it’s due, M[…]

i’ll have it in a glass plz[…]

FT Top 100 Films
58: BLACK CAT WHITE CAT
Initial memories? You can’t really get past the the perfection of the farce which destroys the toilet, dumping the auld fella in the shit. But if you want to, then you can also marvel at a film[…]