A mention of nipples in BBC2’s otherwise pointless Grumpy Old Men show brings back a story that relates to a posting I recently made on Proven By Science, about losing touch with reality. Back in the ’60s a Marvel comic editor had a go at[…]

Viz Comic availible in pubs for ‘1 with purchase of a pint. Note that is purchase of a pint, not a bottle of Newcastle Brown. Or a eight pack of Ace. Or a three litre bottle of Tasha Slapper’s fave White Lightning. It is marketing synerg[…]

THE VAMPYRE by Tom Holland
Aka “The Very Secret Diary of Lord Byron (who is really a VAMPIRE do you see!!!!)”.
Dear diary.
Week 1: England does not have enough wenches. I am getting my grebt platonic chum HOBBHOUSE and going to lands wher[…]

National Poetry Day (Thursday 9th October) highlights:
(Apologies in advance for UK-centricism.) This year is the 10th National Poetry Day, and the theme is ‘Britain’ and national identity. That should bring in the punters…The big g[…]

Third Factory – a poetry weblog which showed up by near-coincidence in Freaky Trigger’s referrals, checked night and day by teams of obsessive monkeys. It makes the Wedge look like a cesspit of philistinism, but on the other hand none of […]

NME Originals: The Rolling Stones nicely bundles up NME and Melody Maker cuttings from the 60s. Nothing too heavy – no Mars Bars, no murder – but enough froth for a month of idle breakfast-time pondering of simpler times spent scouring th[…]

The Map Room: this is the kind of thing that makes people love the Interweb. The Map Room is “a blog about maps” and lives precisely up to the title – a feast of map-related links of every imaginable kind. Three links in a row illus[…]

Copper Statue of Cardinal looks like massive Cock
I do not think it does, but there has been some outrage about the intentions of the work, and wether it is meant to be a very subtle peice of subterfuge.
It reminds me of how boring and offical publi[…]

A trip back into London following a meeting in Canary Wharf, plus the need to get a handful of cheap CDRs can mean only one thing: a visit to Whitechapel. And a visit to Whitechapel in the daytime can only mean a visit to The Whitechapel. Whose new s[…]

I wish I’d read girl’s anthology comics when I was younger. At school I was a swot and a pouf anyway, so what the hell. As a fella in my 30s I am of course attempting to buy-back my youth. At flea-markets, if I see any of the range of IPC[…]