Our first Group B clash is between Greece, managed by Johan of Birdseed’s Tunedown, and South Korea, managed by Chris of Gutteral. Greece made it to the quarter-finals of Europop 2008, South Korea however couldn’t make it out of their gro[…]

This was a favourite after-work pub for years, being within easy walking distance of the office but seemingly off the radar of anyone else working there. Despite being in a busy tourist area, it maintains its hidden gem status by sitting, tucked away[…]

The second match in Group A sees Uruguay, managed by Jim D, take on France, where Alex Macpherson is in the hotseat. Uruguay are a lesser-known quantity in pop terms: France, however, reached the final of Europop 2008 and much is expected of them her[…]

Hello, and welcome to the Pop World Cup 2010! 64 matches showcasing pop – in its very broadest sense – from 32 nations. There can be only one winner, and that is YOU, the pop fan.
If you want a brief explanation as to what the PWC is go […]

On Sunday afternoon (that’s real actual Valentine’s Day, chums) a selection of your Freaky Trigger friends will be taking over the Hangover Lounge  (2-7 pm at London’s The Lexington, delicious food and drink available!) and showca[…]

As you may or may not know I have been doing ANOTHER blog project, this time an MP3 blog over on tumblr: It Took Seconds.
The idea behind ITS is very simple – it’s a countdown: every day I post a song one second shorter than the day befor[…]

The OSP on Fulham Palace Road has had a chequered past. In its glory days it was a boxer-owned pub “The Golden Gloves” but I first knew it as The Old Suffolk Punch and there was a great, if scuffed, geezer feel to the place — my fav[…]

Tomme de Fleurette
A soft unpasturised cow’s cheese, made in Switzerland and bought from KäseSwiss.
A round of soft white cheese, smattered with a bright white bloom, and striped with little ridges from where it’s been sitting on racks t[…]

Of the thousands and thousands of words that have been written about The John Terry Situation this week, Louise Taylor’s ridiculously florid piece in the guardian on Wednesday which starts:
Fabio Capello’s still somewhat limited English v[…]

The main event.
It was a perishingly cold Saturday night on Mare Street, and the Empire was sold out.
Staff were taking photos of each other, old friends were hugging and saying hello, before saying goodbye. It was the last hurrah for the current sta[…]