Mike Scott was not a clever man. For instance, he seems unaware that all he has to do to see the whole of the moon, rather than a crescent, is wait a couple of weeks.
However, the object of his affections in this song is perhaps even more stupid than[…]

Via I Love Comics comes this link to a remarkable collection of pictures from a 1982 comics convention. It’s a parade of earnest men – mostly men – in polyester suits, from a time when even respectability was an aspirational dream f[…]

“Because Midway Still Aren’t Coming Back.” Well, they did, but they shouldn’t.[…]

I saw two films on Saturday afternoon. One was the terrific, ruthlessly efficient machine that was The Bourne Ultimatum. There is little to say about it except THE 43 BUS DOES NOT GO PAST WATERLOO STATION. Except for that two second wrench out of an […]

various attempts bin made, nothing stuck yet: the noughties, the naughts, the 00ze…
oddball composer, pol-blogger and er “hayekian leftist”* stirling newberry suggests: the thousands, embedded in this (interesting, hyper-compressed,[…]

1. The Prodigy – Fire
The opening song of any compilation is vital to its success and coherence. It must draw in the casual listener that might not otherwise consider investing the mix (perhaps opting for one containing ‘Sesame’s Tr[…]

I have no idea what might be causing it. My current theory is that a bit of the Apache server has gone mental (perhaps mod_rewrite) but it could be something in our WordPress setup too.
For now, I have reverted FT to a primitive form of URL which see[…]

Can you call a film Transylvania and not have it about vampires? Well, Tony Gatlif has, and just about got away with the wrath of a blood sucking audience by
a) exhibiting in arthouse joints
b) having it about gypsies instead.
Actually Transylvania i[…]

Last night I visited the Cock & Lion on Wigmore Street behind Debenhams, a nice little pub with four ales on (including Black Sheep, quite unusual in London).
However, the main reason for my visit is that I wanted to play pool with some friend[…]

On my eleventh birthday I received a copy of a tape called “Rave ’92” through the post from my sister Grace, who was away at university. It was the second tape she had made for me whilst she was away, (the first being a random mix o[…]