Last week I went to The Oval to watch the first day of the last test between England and South Africa. Now a lot of people, and I mean a lot of people (if you consider the populations of any non-commonwealth country and lots of them too) do not under[…]

Inspired by ‘The Man Who Ate Everything’ (which is pretty much inspiring every aspect of my life at the moment, more on which later) I ventured into Baby Sainsbury’s last night determined to cook myself something. Sainsbury’s […]

I did not go to any of the seminars at ComICA – the comics season at the ICa in late July, but whilst I was seeing a film there I did have a moment to peruse the large comic wall being drawn on the way to the bar. And some nice person has now p[…]

ILX is being as useless as the woman on the Orange Film Commission, so I’ll have to pose my thorny problem here. That’ll Teach Them – the overlooked* third of the current British television triumvirate of teacher based shows finishe[…]

Dual stories, historical hokum. I have a feeling that the literary establishment would not consider The Sacrifice Stone by Elizabeth Harris in the same sort of exulted breath as The Athenian Murders, but it plays the same kind of game. In story one w[…]

The lead character in Cypher is called Morgan Sullivan. So pleased was I with the Preston Sturges nod that I was more than willing to suspend my higher critical faculties as this film tiptoed around territories usually inhabited by films whose credi[…]

Ah, that’s what I like to see. A fellow publogger so entraptured by the venue that he still seems inebriated. Walthamstow Dog Track is the UK’s largest licenced establishment (strike one for those of you who thought it was Waxy O’Cu[…]

The only reason I went to see Confidence was because it was raining. That, and hopefully seeing the film in full might wipe clean the stain of its fucking annoying trailer. Edward Burn saying “that’s confidence!” as if he has someth[…]

You’ll always find me by the fire at Barbies. It is probably the control freak in me. Luckily it also functions as an eating inhibitor, being in charge of sixteen sizzling items at a time means you rarely have time to ram one of them down your […]

I’ll hold my hand up. I was wrong about the Busted! album. It is terrific. I suppose what disappointed me back then was the lack of what Busted themselves called their High Concept songs. Instead there was a collection of chirpyish ballads and […]