THEORY 1: The Moon was built by…GOD.
As the book has not been all that keen on creationism, it is clearly that this idea is given relatively short shrift. Sure, God in his omnipotence, could certainly have done all the things suggested in the b[…]

Why have the two words Still and Midway been drifting around the atmosphere of late? Whenever we need a straw man that encompassed much of the worst of low achieving 90’s indie, we discard the Senseless Things, run right past the Mega City Four[…]

Last night I made one of the most accomplished meals of my life. And it wasn’t the Aubergine Parmageana, or the Curried Parsnip Soup that made me feel this was a great meal, though those items were fabulous. Those items also came from recipes a[…]

Floating around in the Pacific Ocean with nothing but a novelty inflatable mattress for company has to be one of the worst experiences of my life. It is certainly up there with listening to There She Goes by the La’s on autorepeat in the back o[…]

Onion news in brief[…]

The 11th Annual Interactive Fiction competition. The games were released on October the 1st, and judging lasts until mid november. All the games are free to play and are designed to take up no more than an hour or so of your time. Indeed if you are j[…]

I hadn’t been to a Pizza Express in years. How the mighty fall, me having moved on to the larger joys of La Porchetta or the almost identical, but nicer staffed Pizza Paradiso. But where else to eat on Millbank? And they are celebrating their f[…]

Just when we thought Chapter 9 would finally say who built the moon, it instead gives us a fudge. Oh it names the moon builder all right, and a rubbish name it gives them too. Said moon builder is called : UCA: not the Universe Construction Agency, w[…]

When something is described as the “Biggest Grossing Film Ever In…” I tend to worry. Not that populism isn’t bad per se, but then the US Market has as its high water mark (literally) Titanic. A thoroughly competent overblown ([…]

Mum’s packed lunch left rather a lot to be desired. On the journey down to my folks’ place in the south of France, she served up a picnic of browning iceberg, bendy carrots and hard-boiled eggs with yolks the colour of pumice (“I forgot they we[…]