Month: January 2015

  • True Lies – America The Forgetful Monster

    So, I’m watching this week’s ep of Crisis and the anguished Chief Of Staff exclaims, anguishedly: “THEY KIDNAPPED CHILDREN?? WHO WOULD DO THAT??” And I just sat there and thought: YOU WOULD. YOUR MURDEROUS GOVERNMENT. You did that when you kidnapped children into Guantanamo and tortured them. Really, the break between US TV / film…

  • Haunted By Vonnegut

    Last week, my bff and I went to London to shop and eat and generally get the fuck out of Derby for a bit. On Wednesday night, we ended up in my current fave hangout, VQ on Great Russell Street. It got to around 3am and, as things do, we got onto talking about Everett’s…

  • Ripper Street Season Three On Amazon

    Finally had the time to catch up with Ripper Street season three, resurrected from the BBC’s brutal, precipitous axe by Amazon. And I am very pleased so far! I was worried that the move from the Beeb to Amazon would perforce obligate budgetary constraints, that the Whitechapel they had painstakingly created in the first two…

  • Tapestry

    My fave ep of TNG wavers. Sometimes it’s Inner Light, sometimes it’s Darmok. Mostly, it’s Tapestry. If you haven’t seen it, go and watch it. There’ll be no spoilers here. The weight of it and the majesty of Stewart is what keeps me returning to it. Yes, you will have seen similar stories, It’s A…

  • Missing Iain (M.) Banks

    And now I’m missing Ian Banks and remembering taking this pic at Alt Fiction 2007: The first time I read State Of The Art, I was so fucking blown away by his real, revolutionary socialism and his complete grasp of how the essence of Toryism is complete, proud selfishness. Damn. Gone too fucking soon, mate.