Who isn't a fan of cinematic end-of-the-world scenarios? I love them. Really love them. To the point that I'll excitedly talk about my favourite mushroom cloud scene in a movie (just for the record, 'Return O... Read
Fuck technology. I had a blog on Integrity (the band that is, nothing to do with my lack of it) prepped on my BlackBerry, but it lost it. Or I could be lying. Anyhow, before I rewrite a paen to Dwid and compa... Read
I am, as the blog post I enthusiastically bashed out after Travis the chimp went buckwild may have indicated, a ghoul. I've been a ghoul since I was a child. In fact, this post only came about thanks to a tas... Read
"My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox/My silhouette inside intensive care, because I like to shadowbox..."
Every decade seems to get an excessive epilogue. The '60s had team Manson on the loose. The '70s... Read
I'm sub-toy when it comes to graffiti. I have to take the old codger route of not knowing much about it, but knowing what I like. Mind you, in fairness, I haven't tried to make a living out of blogging my sca... Read
Before I'd even finished typing a lament surrounding the state of the covers on newsagent shelves, things stepped up to contradict me. Whether it's House Industries blessing Wired magazine (shouts to Sofarok ... Read
Before you continue reading, be warned - this blog entry is plug-heavy.
Mainly because those involved are friends, associates or a lot from column a, and a little from column b, but also because London has s... Read