I spent ages trying to get one of those Airside Battle Royale t-shirts… and here you are, throwing it in my face again.

George, the day this war began, I was cheesed off. Within ten minutes of
you turning up, I finished the cheese and moved on to the coffee and
cigars. And at this late stage, I am in a cab with two lady companions
on my way to The Pink Pussycat in Lower Regent Street.

So it says here that we've approximately 5 years before we start talking to empty chairs at conventions.

We always called it French Filter Funk; them, Cassius, Étienne de Crécy, Bob Sinclair. That kind of tip. I think Americans call it EDM?

Dianna Rigg as Emma Peel and Masako Natsume as Tripitaka; the Tripitaka one was confusing.

I saw this a few weeks ago. It first appeared looking to all intensive purposes like a TV or  straight to rental effort, terrible title and all. Surprisingly affecting film, just exudes dread and foreboding. David Wilmot is pretty terrifying; Scully being cast is a bit weird but Carcetti's not Littlefinger overacting…

I blinking flip love The Mist. Rubber tentacles and all.

I blinking flip love The Mist. Rubber tentacles and all.

I doubt Bill Drummond reciprocates.

I doubt Bill Drummond reciprocates.

Now we're talking. That's the prime Black Ark niceness.

The trailer just needs to be this…

In Britain in the last century, it was quite acceptable for a gentleman
to lose his virginity to one of London's many whore dogs. Dickens and
Prince Albert both boasted of their experience.

Kala and Arular are brilliant records; if Maya can't tarnish them I'm guessing they're pretty bullet proof.