HOE from Machu Picachu. Host Mark, guests Tim, Steve and Katie. Board Games, Sonido Drasser Lakar – ‘I Feel Great’, Smelling on the Radio, Eli Arrives (c. 19 minutes), Hip hip by Hurrah! punctuation in pop, Hip hip by hurrah in full, Dr Brand and cheap products, seeeed, seeeed catalogues and gardening, Dr Druqs and The Las, Area Codes.

From Marketing magazine (the source of 75% of my posts) comes news that Hasbro are doing some aggressive promotion of Monopoly. We can expect, in increasing order of futility: (more…)[…]

The Number 23 brings together a dream team in trash cinema: Joel Schumacher and Jim Carrey in a potentially apocalyptic horror combination. Now when you see the name Joel Schumacher, you don’t necessarily think horror: not that kind of horror a[…]

Dreamwatch interview with PJ Hammond about his return to writing fantasy telly. Actually scratch ‘return’ – Midsomer Murders is total fantasy innit. OK, call it scifi then, bah. Hmm, Inspector Barnaby Fights the Aliengs… GET THE C[…]

in the course of routine pie debate in Another Place, i came across this TREASURE TROVE: cookery tips from the reign of good king dick![…]

“The taunt of having tails was a common accusation against the English in mediaeval times, and was even occasionally heard in the 17th century, in the epiphet, ‘The Tailed English’.” (footnote in British Folk Tales and Legends[…]

2005’s hugely successful Flying Fruit Experiment answered a burning question but gave rise to another. The small and unassuming apricot was the winner but supply problems meant that this was the only bum-shaped fruit available in our sample. We beg[…]

Hip Hop Is Dead – NaS and Will.I.Am
With Every Heartbeat – Kleerup ft Robyn
Sabim – BossAC
Electronic Battle Weapon – The Chemical Brothers
Come To Love – Trademark (more…)[…]

The final Quatermass (on TV) story ends with, hem hem, someone having to stay behind to set off a nucular bomb. This will divert the menace lurking out there in space threatening to destroy all life, having taken 1000s of lives already. In Armageddon[…]

Most of Enid Blyton’s books are either fantasies or thrillers, of a sort: a gang of kids, formalised or not, in a run-in with adult crooks. I don’t know if she came up with the formula herself, but commercially speaking she is its definit[…]