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[…]

My further extensive research on celebrity Cockney Rhyming Slang reveals that Judith is not alone: Clement Freud is a slightly more straightforward curse when your piles are playing up. (more…)[…]