I promised Tom that I would write an article for the recent edition of Freaky Trigger on the politics of Once Upon A Time In Mexico. A quick flick to the front page will confirm that this was once again an empty promise. Partially due to laziness. Bu[…]

We love Perry here at the publog, partially due to the wallop it packs alcoholically but also its relative scarcity. Until now it seems. Ladies and gentlemen, but mainly ladies because yet again its mo’bouze aimed at you, I give you : Kitsch. T[…]

Viz Comic availible in pubs for ‘1 with purchase of a pint. Note that is purchase of a pint, not a bottle of Newcastle Brown. Or a eight pack of Ace. Or a three litre bottle of Tasha Slapper’s fave White Lightning. It is marketing synerg[…]

Is Big Beautiful? Sometimes. I was wondering the other night as I attempted to get all the way through another pizza from La Porchetta.* The question I would like to pose here is how do you feel when you leave leftovers on your plate in a restaurant.[…]

Whether or not we are taking the Carmody line or the Petredis line on this weeks Desert Island Discs, the programme was instructive listening to what Radio 4 deems acceptible. Yes, Nigela Lawson played Cleaning Out My Closet, possibly Eminem’s […]

The cover of the popular science book The Glass Bathyscaphe (Alan Macfarlane & Gerry Martin) shows a picture of Alexander The Great in what looks like a big bottle under the sea tied to a teeny, tiny boat. It is a striking image which promises m[…]

I saw bits of Shackleton, all Kenneth Branagh posturing, and know what every schoolboy knew about the man. Namely that he was the Brit who didn’t make it to the South Pole, as opposed to the one who did and died. Damn those pesky, dog-eating, i[…]

People who have known me for some time will remember there was a period about three years ago when I was actively pursuing the purchase of a greyhound. I love dog racing, and unlike the gee-gees I am actually quite good at judging the nick of a greyh[…]

The majority of the reviews for Bright Young Things have spent an inordinate amount of column inches telling us that Stephen Fry’s version is much sweeter and more generous than Evelyn Waugh’s source novel. Well duh. One is called Bright […]

Last night I ate a Springbok. Not a South African egg chaser of course, rather the South African antelope which burst across the veldt with uncanny speed and grace (but not so much speed and grace that they don’t get caught I guess). What was s[…]