Monthly Archives: January 2014

I’ve been trying to make my mind up about things, specifically films/TV/theatre, less immediately than I am used to. Mark Kermode’s most recent book, Hatchet Job, is all about criticism. He talks about giving films a shocking review and, occasionally, … Continue reading →

I’m not sure I have much more to add to today’s entry other than Pharrell’s hat. And how fucking amazing it is. *It would be easy to try and put this down to a basic lack of things to say. … Continue reading →

I have seen nothing in the last month to suggest the shop across the road from my home is a naan bread shop. I also haven’t seen anyone buy a naan bread. A key piece of information is that I … Continue reading →

Did you ever leave anything halfway through? Or at least before the end? The two people sat next to us at the theatre this afternoon did one at the interval. My favourite bit about it was that they spent a … Continue reading →

Dole Avenue The Benefits Street thing is probably best left undiscussed by someone who hasn’t seen it. However, I’d like to think myself capable of a career in politics so I’ll go ahead with some vague but condescending proclamations about … Continue reading →

***music that has been used for something else so you are familiar with it*** I am talking to someone in their house/office; you’re supposed to see it as very real, perfectly natural. We’ll emphasise that with some camera movement. It’s … Continue reading →

Who are you meant to hate reading this story? You are definitely supposed to be outraged at someone. Is this meant to make people any more outraged at Brady? For me the torture and murder of lots of children put … Continue reading →

This week is going a bit weird at work. It shouldn’t necessarily be a particularly slow week. But  it is. And it isn’t. It seems like a lot of people are having a week off but they all seem to … Continue reading →