Archive for December, 2007

If a picture paints a thousand words, then this is “Yeah!” repeated a thousand times. 
Merry Christmas!


When I was a nipper, the future was one of two fairly distinct things, either unspeakably bright and shiny, like a non-sarky film version of IGY, or a pox-ridden post-apocalyptic nightmare. Now the future just feels like bland mush on the horizon, neither shiny nor dread-inducing and the only thing we care about is having [...]


One year on, some lovely shots of the ad-free Sao Paulo streets.
Clooney on the shitt-ER.
Check out Oh Vibert! a glorious collision between Kerrier District and faux Princealikes Ready For The World, courtesy of Palms Out Sounds’ Remix Sunday. 
And then relax with Freddie McGregor’s Natural Collie, a reggae repurposing of Norman Connors’ awesome You Are My [...]


No, it’s not some sub-Ren & Stimpy early 90s adult cartoon, but just two of the parts essayed by the sadly recently passed Anton “Alec!” Rodgers.
And now… all those Anton Rodgers obits in one place. Someone had to do it. I am that somebody. Although the Guardian one dwells somewhat unfairly on his weight, which misses the [...]


Right, I’m going to have a crack at being mac-wearing, glass-eyed, invisible-wife having super ‘tec Columbo. Why? ‘Cause I think I’ve got this whole John Darwin, missing for five years, Panama City connection hoopla all figured out.
I reckon Mr & Mrs Darwin were in cahoots, and not just because that’s a fun word to write [...]