My parents can be a touch impatient when it comes to television. Given the full range of Sky Channels which can be cycled through in about the time that it takes for you to forget what was on the first one, I rarely expect to see a whole film all the[…]

Is this:
a)A fantastic photo of an unplanned solar eclipse of the sun
b) A fantastic graphical example of why you should never, ever, ever stare into the sun.
(Huzzah for cameras so cheap that you have no viewfinder and therefore accidentally take sh[…]

GLORIA 2: THE CURIOUS CASE OF THE TANGLED TIDES
Apologies for the delayed results on this, which if your memories stretch back two weeks involved a match-up between The Paragons’ “Tide Is High”, Blondie’s cover, and Atomic Kit[…]

Shock defeat for fun
(Caution: tenuous sporting link.)[…]

My assault on the pop music of literature continues, albeit akin to buying The Strokes album now. Franzen’s The Corrections then; a doorstep sized beach novel made for slightly shingly, uncomfortable beaches. We are in “great American no[…]

Pub science, but actually bar science. Explaining to the ‘rents how the weather works based on two weeks of geography fifteen years ago and a lifetime of half watching the BBC weather forecast (which as Danny recently noted is getting increasin[…]

All New Captain Scarlet changes the theme tune, the mode of animation and the colour of the Mysterons. It also manages to turn Melody Angel into a monkeyish munter with helmet hair and dispenses of Scarlet’s Cary Grant accent. But that is not a[…]

Alex Party Needs YOU
Troubled Diva presents its third annual cross-decade chart challenge, a concerted scientifical effort to discover when pop was best. The #10 from this week is pitted against the #10 from ten, twenty, thirty and forty years ago (t[…]

Football goes Pop
At 2.58 on the public address system at AFC Wimbledon vs Croydon on Saturday we heard Schanppi das Kleine Krokodil which I think is a UK first. Brilliant.
PS – new striker Andrew Martin has longish hair, so has been given the […]

Last lesson on a Friday is woodwork. In the workshop, thick with sawdust and the piercing whine of a circular saw, my heart is jumping. I am thirteen and have a date. Lisa is in my English class. She looks a little like Clare Grogan and that’s […]