Championing a film that everyone else thinks is rubbish is about as much fun as can be had talking about film. Problem is you often go from liking a film a bit, to wide eyed evangelicism in a matter of days. I have noticed myself talking about The Co[…]

FOODS EATEN IN CHILDREN’S BOOKS #1: Seed Cake – a perennial it seems to me in early 20th century children’s lit; the Wouldbegoods and Treasure Seekers were surely always noshing it. Not just children’s lit – it turns up […]

PUB QUIZ QUESTION OF THE WEEK
This was so popular last week that the great and the good of Freaky Triggers editorial panel thought it would be a good idea to do it every day, alternating blogs – you know to whip up some Proven By Science fervou[…]

NATIONAL SECURITY ALERT
I briefly interrupt the Round Of Rubbish to discuss a major security threat. The Farm, foes of car radios everywhere (and not because they’re Scousers – have you heard their records?), have come out of retirement t[…]

That hairy seed-pod we all know and love
I was in Memphis last week for the Tortoise concert (they kicked ass, thanks for asking) and George* and I started off with dinner at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, Pho Saigon. Before our food came out I […]

Sunday Afternoon. Four thirty. I know it is the end of the football season, and pretty much everything is decided, but how many people do you think might be in a Battersea bar watching, on a very generous big screen, the Arsenal Fulham game? If we le[…]

The sound went ker-fluiieee when I went to see Van Helsing on Sunday. (Yes I know, I too fear that I am becoming a jinx). So my experience of the film is tempered by
a) Missing a bit in the middle while I went out to notify/complain to the management[…]

TANYA’S ROUND OF RUBBISH
Gin Soaked Boy – The Divine Comedy
This sacrilige on my favoured tipple makes me physically sick, unlike the lovely drink it is based on. The Divine Comedy of course was Dante’s recolections of his travels t[…]

THE FOUR TUNES – “Don’t Get Around Much Anymore” (aka PopNose 11) – bluesy doo-wop from 1953, the Four Tunes’ last RCA release according to this site. I love this record – it’s drenched in resigned sorr[…]

Why Superman is rubbish. Or to be more precise, a Time article on why Superman is rubbish at the moment. If one bypasses obvious small reasons like Chuck Austen writing one of them, the article misses out the real reason. Superman is, with one except[…]