So I kind of love the World Cup, partly because it’s guaranteed to make a nation of men cry baby tears when England inevitably fail to reach the semi-finals despite the News of the World crowing on about the fact that they’re definitely going to win this time and they have to return to the [...]
More nativity scenes to make Baby Jesus cry.
In our kitchen we have a tape player. In our house we only have one tape – the soundtrack to The Little Mermaid. On a not entirely unrelated note, fandubs of Disney songs are a resource of amazingness I wasn’t previously aware of. That’s all changed now, though, and I have spent the past while enjoying [...]
Courtesy of Jean-Pierre Leaud, his cigarettes and his shifty-eyed beaky-nosed visage.
Never indulge any curiosity you might have about what he looks like now. Believe me, it’s better this way. Much, much better.
I see your cheeky bow tie, Paul.
In the woods there grew a tree. And a fine, fine tree was he.
“Channel 4’s latest attempt to seduce us with a mixture of swearing and sex comes in the form of True Blood, the latest in the long line of sexually explicit, violent and vulgar programmes that have, sadly, become the norm on British television. True Blood is a shocking tale of depravity, explicit sexuality (bordering on pornography) [...]
You and I share more than a sunny disposition and plimsolls so old and gross they have to be taped together.
We also love thrash.
And James Taylor. (I could watch that all day.)
I think you might be my real dad.
I am at that stage in my life where a new Stephen Poliakoff film is far more exciting than any night out. Actually, I don’t think there’s ever been a stage when the opposite was true, despite Friends & Crocodiles through to Capturing Mary having been a series of slight to not-so-slight disappointments.
My hopes are once [...]
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… and your boys and your snoods and your fairisle cummerbund and your barbed wire bracelet and your lambskin cropped jacket and your…
awkward sandals and socks. I love them too.
When I’m an 80-year-old spinster I’m going to spend all the money other people wasted on children on buying books, cigarettes, single malt, theatre tickets and [...]
I have been attempting a lyrical paean to Andrew Garfield’s hair for months now, but I’m afraid that my verse is not as lustrous as his healthy strands, and without achieving true mimesis I don’t feel that I can do justice to such an abundant barnet. I can’t quite explain why it makes me come [...]
2002. The year you could watch MTV Base for two hours and the Neptunes would have produced every single track you saw (I know you can’t see a song, but they didn’t produce the videos and… although I suppose if you had synaesthesia you could possibly be said to… never mind, you know what I [...]