Full Circle: some of you may remember my top 100 singles of the 90s*, which I put together to stave off the onset of a depressive episode back in Summer 1999 and give myself some self-discipline. It worked, and also got this website up and running, p[…]

Coming to Club Popular on Thursday? Well, now you can sing along![…]

Just a quick note to say that (pending arrival of cheques) the latest Indie Amnesty netted the Grecian Earn another £20, the bulk of which came from a frankly astounding eleven earth pounds paid for the first Soup Dragons album, a new Amnesty r[…]

The Limits Of Photography: overheard on the tube. Speaker – teenage sloane on way to Camden to buy a T-Shirt (circumstantial detail provided by same, at high volume).
“I hate people who won’t be photographed, it’s so stupid. T[…]

After the relative aesthetic success of “ABBA in Hindi” I was delighted when someone on Slsk was sharing something called ABBA Metal. Readers prone to stereotyping will be delighted to discover that this CD comes from Germany, spiritual h[…]

Lumbering propaganda piece Hero is of high interest if you like colour-coded interior design or CGI madness involving arrows. Otherwise it’s gorgeous cobblers, a waste of five or six great pop videos. The portentious narrative style may be an a[…]

FT TOP 100 FILMS
25: A Matter Of Life And Death
Martin Skidmore says: This has a great setup and it expands on it with imagination and extraordinary flair. It starts with a wonderful conversation between sexy aircraft coordinator Kim Hunter and doome[…]

TEDDYBEARS STHLM – “Cobrastyle”
There’s a long thread on ILE at the moment about the demerits of iconic faces on T-Shirts, to wit Nico who is apparently on some new New Look gear with the ahistorical slogan “Chelsea Unde[…]

Pete’s fine attempt at a Busted comic (see below) prompts this vital question over at I Love Comics. I’d never really given it much thought before but it seems odd that there was never a Beatles comic, or a Bay City Rollers comic, or a Mo[…]

The sport on TV most often in my boyhood was Chess. My Dad used to play Chess – pretty well, too, he won his club tournament 11 times in a row and they had a special rose bowl made after the tenth, so when he finally lost the cup he’d hav[…]