“There is something just, I dunno, silly? about...”

1999: Central Scotland. The cinema is totally packed for a showing of the Blair Witch Project. Unlike my typical cinema experience of the time, no one says anything, no one noticeably laughs, nervously or otherwise, and you can hear a pin drop. It lasts until the very end when the credits arrive and the tension…

Still. He’d be better doing a documentary on aliens, or Santa. You know, things more likely to exist than cancel “culture”.

I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers came out and hit the U.K. top 20 in 1988. It did hit later in the US but that was because it was on the Benny and Joon soundtrack.

U.K. folks can stream all four series for free via BBC iPlayer.

I absolutely adore King of the Hill but despite Hank’s predecessor character I can barely see any connection with Beavis and Butthead which has none of the former’s subtlety or charm. I thought it was total crap, in fact.

So... since the other shockingly horrifying Minaj family drama didn't do it, can we safely assume that THiS will lead to fewer articles about how great she is?

Over the weekend I read The Silver Sword, the children’s classic by Ian Serralier. I first read it in first year at high school (a very long time ago) and having come across a copy in my place of work last week decided to re-read it. It largely focusses on a trio of young Polish refugees making their way cross…

Close, but that was the frontman for Queen, and 29 years ago.

Oh for fuck’s sake. Not Josh Homme! I took his apology for kicking that photographer at face value, but hearing this is as bad as finding out Rolf Harris is an evil bastard all over again.

“A wizard did it.”

It’s not worth noting that FilthyWhore is an anagram of “Why, hot flier?” So forget I said anything.

“quite literally all style and no substance”.

I don’t know. Someone probably wouldn’t mind grifting you out of your kidneys.

Why are you still talking about this Manson-harboring, Trump-loving fuckhead? The shunning is about five years overdue.

Ubiquitousness combined with average-to-little talent. And I speak from the vantage point of a U.K. dweller who doesn’t even know if his talk show is on over here. He still gets everywhere.

Me too. I mean before now I thought it was negligible but now I need to downgrade it to absolute dogshit.

I move that we henceforth never speak of or acknowledge Kanye West again. Seconded?

The spite store? I loved the spite store. Different strokes I s’pose.

Not to seriously overreact but... dump her. Dump her now!