I was in a ‘Discount Media Store’ recently. The kind of place where books are heaped everywhere and yet, incredibly, they’re all rubbish. And the shop smells like a big wet dog. Outdated travel guides, calendars, remaindered fiction[…]

*enters tomb-like dust-covered control room, blows cobwebs off panels etc*
ok on sat even i put my card into a cashpoint to get money out
i. as the card went in the screen changed from usual user-friendly promo nonsense (it wz the HALIFAX so it fea[…]

I generally like Nigel Slater. I think he is a good demystifier of cooking and understands the joy of quick comfort food. However, flicking through Real Food about a year ago, the veggie section, I came across and admission that he had never really c[…]

I had had enough of Japan. Of its horrendous karaoke. Of its bigging up of minor UK indie acts as the kind of thing teenage girls should scream at (and yes, teenage girls should scream at lousy britpop bands, BUT THEN RUN AWAY). Of the tinitus caused[…]

Okay, so I was in Morocco last week. Nice place, and I’ll come back to some of the culinary joys soon (not to mention finally finding the wife to Budweiser’s King Of Beers). But one of the joys of being in a foreign country can be having […]

“Scientists” have discovered a “lost world” in the jungles of “Indonesia” – according to the “BBC Website”.
“It’s as close to the “Garden of Eden” as you’re going to[…]

Is it Johnny Cash’s fault that his life fulfills all the rock star cliches? He helped write half the cliches, so no. (I mean clearly it is his fault for taking the drugs and being on the whole a bit of a bastard for so long, but that is not the[…]

This appears to be a heartwarming story about a couples enduring love and the belief in the efficacy of the canned food process.
However, looking at the story from a different angle the headline clearly should have been:
OLD COUPLE SICK OF FIFTY YEAR[…]

Brokeback Mountain, as illustrated by the Brokeback to The Future parody, has something that so many recent films have lacked. A solidly recognisable soundtrack. The Gustavo Santaolalla soundtrack is sonambulisticly wistful, to the point that you mig[…]

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