Sad day.

Sad day.

"“We are the ageless / We are
teenagers.” Um, no."

"“We are the ageless / We are
teenagers.” Um, no."

BOP TO THE TOP A LOLLIPOP OPERA WONT STOP THE POP OF A LOLLIPOP OPERA

BOP TO THE TOP A LOLLIPOP OPERA WONT STOP THE POP OF A LOLLIPOP OPERA

"and the podcasts are available (with some minor searching) elsewhere"

"and the podcasts are available (with some minor searching) elsewhere"

Seriously. If it were a female celebrity getting creeped on by a sleazy journalist, it'd be no problem at all if she pushes him away. This is a case where people are looking for things to be pissed off about.

Seriously. If it were a female celebrity getting creeped on by a sleazy journalist, it'd be no problem at all if she pushes him away. This is a case where people are looking for things to be pissed off about.

You know that Rip Torn agent has gotten away with some terrible things thanks to the memory wipers.

You know that Rip Torn agent has gotten away with some terrible things thanks to the memory wipers.

Do your Jolson impression, Al! Us guards love to see you dance, you crazy gangster!

Do your Jolson impression, Al! Us guards love to see you dance, you crazy gangster!

If only Kermode & Mayo didn't read out the inanely drivelling emails from every pseudo-intellectual with a radio and a letter after their name, maybe Mark might not have to rush through films. So frustrating.

If only Kermode & Mayo didn't read out the inanely drivelling emails from every pseudo-intellectual with a radio and a letter after their name, maybe Mark might not have to rush through films. So frustrating.

I don't know why I like the Bugle. Because Andy is a tedious uncle of a comedian, driving pun-runs into the ground, who has basically no sense of how long a bit should go on for. And Oliver is a man with very, very little subtletly, who thinks he's a lot more hilarious than he is. But like it I do. Maybe the chemistry…

I don't know why I like the Bugle. Because Andy is a tedious uncle of a comedian, driving pun-runs into the ground, who has basically no sense of how long a bit should go on for. And Oliver is a man with very, very little subtletly, who thinks he's a lot more hilarious than he is. But like it I do. Maybe the chemistry…

That Toni Braxton cover makes me wonder if Rivers is actually able to sing. I'm sure I've heard him sling out a decent vocal take in the past, but halfway through listening to that song I'm not convinced he should be allowed near a microphone.

Frankly, I'm not that much of a fan of grunge (having been three years old in 1992 and let '70s punk rock do the job for me it did for you jaded Gen-X-ers aged fourteen) but this set of columns has been a truly enjoyable read.