As Maarva is clearly Scottish (yes, drearies, I know Fiona Shaw’s Irish but that was a Scottish accent and the first cunt to call it a brogue will feel the full force of my toe up their hole) the use of the word fuck would have been entirely plausible and far more believable than some jelly-spined Yanks would believe.
Drugs, dear, drugs.
The company that runs the Starbucks store involved in the episode, Impeccable Brands, stated the “label was made in error.”
She’s been brilliant in The Peripheral and her chemistry with Jack Reynor (who plays her brother) is seriously exasperated-siblings energy. I remember not thinking she’d be very good in Hugo but being really impressed by her performance. If you’ve never watched that film, do (I like to put it on over Christmas for…
I remember seeing the Royal Cruiser in the cinema and thinking “holy fuck how did they go from that to a flying eggbox?”
And let it be said that the prequel starships were often glorious compared to the original trilogy.
Ah, Indiana Jones. One of the more successful filming productions that hijacked my city last year. They filmed that parade shot on St Vincent Street (one of our more architecturally glorious streets. Up yours, Edinburgh).
Well, it’s not the right part of Wales to see a communications-borne outbreak. For that you need to head over to Pontypandy where you will meet the noble warrior who will combat the scourge of whatever shite is flowing out of people’s mouths. He is but one man. He drives a bright red van. And he comes equipped with a…
Maths checks out. My parents had my sister when they were twenty one and I hatched three years later in 79. By the time they had me my mother was being labelled “selfish” for having waited three years to have another child. And the thought of waiting until they were in their thirties before having children was a…
Oh, Rich, you basic whore. Just go watch The Time Traveler’s Wife to see Theo James’s dick if you’re that slutty and thirsty enough. Christ, reading this gave me second-hand chlamydia.
If there ever was a book series that Amazon wanted to throw Bezos’s cash at it (doubtful though, given Robinson’s politics re: corporations), then the Mars Quartet would be it - yes, even The Martians. Of the four though, I’d murder a small child to see Blue Mars adapted, if only for the glimpses we get of life on…
I know that in the UK for a decade or so, Maxim was often paired up with Esquire in subscription deals/BOGOFs in newsagents. Not sure if Esquire was any better, mind you, but it was always a magazine you could feel comfortable leave laying around on your desk at work - unlike FHM and Maxim with their seriously…
My cousin’s daughters did the same with Frozen. Let it go? Oh, they let it go - right in the shredder.
They could have easily made a straight-forward adaptation of Treasure Island, but no, they had to set in space and give the protagonist that stupid-fucking-arse haircut.
One of my colleagues, Mark, once claimed that the chicken “bits” in Subway were more like his dog’s chicken chews from Pedigree Chum and actually did a taste comparison. On Google Meet. In front of 200 colleagues. It was fascinating. No one said a word. Just stared in mute horror. He claimed that the dog chews…
What, no mention of Subway’s disastrous VAT case in Ireland where their bread was ruled cake? How very Marie-Antoinette of them!
Oh god, it’s a discount Diamond Age. First step ractors and ractives and it won’t stop until Neo-Victorians are creating islands off the coast of Shanghai...
Oooh, does that mean we’ll get to mock her in pastels? No one - no one - looks good in pastels.
The first sign this would be a “oh no” was that it was being made by Netflix. Netflix are the ultimate in bleaching content so that it passes for the bland viewership.
Who the everlasting fuck would cheat on Emma fucking Thompson, bona-fide British National Treasure and Irritant To All Right-Wing Journalists?
