‘Street art’, for the most part (beginning with the shit name) is a disgusting realm where people with no handstyle or any credentials can make a mint on the back of the magnificent destruction unleashed by those who’ve taken the collective knocks to inadvertently lay the groundwork for toys to capitalise. And don’t get me…

Teen films fell off. It isn’t just because I’m getting old. At least I don’t think so. Eccentricities gave way to whimsy, Black Flag on the soundtrack was surpassed by My Chemical Romance to attract the dispossessed. Nearly everything that ever exits a studio is whitewashed crap. Remember when horror flicks got all self-referential and…

My first post was going to be about Obama,  trying feebly to inhale second-hand inaugural smoke despite being a Brit, maybe act like a tinpot Chomksy minus the intellect with a flimsy leftist diatribe, drop a poorly concealed dayjob plug, or a blow-by-blow of what the postman brought me. But no. As luck would have…