Apparently I’m supposed to keep old comics in slip-cases…
I know it’s a guy-thing to endlessly adjust lists of favourite or hated films/books/football teams, but one of the things I’ve done in my upcoming memoir ‘Paperboy’ is to include lots of lists. One is a list of words I read in hearty kids’ adventure [...]
Fantastic Plastic Machine has been around a long time. He’s a J-Pop artist with a retro sound that mixes uplifting lounge and soundtracks, and his videos always follow a simple idea, like this little charmer.
I blew them up in it, then moved them out, but it’s still a great little building. Now elderly detectives Arthur Bryant & John May are leaving their offices above Mornington Crescent tube station (pictured below) as the unit is closed down for good…but where will they go?
For the benefit of overseas readers, I should [...]
How about a song from Mr Jean-Jacques Goldman, taken from his album ‘Chansons Pour Les Pieds’, featuring a very complicated bit of multi-tracking and one of the nicest key changes in the last few years…If you like this, might I suggest you hear/ see the concert in which he performed on a vertical stage. The [...]
I’m blogging a lot at the moment because a/ I’m stuck on a plot point for the next Bryant & May, and b/ my partner and I will shortly be heading to India, and we’ll be gone for almost three weeks, during which time I won’t be blogging often (I work on a MacBook Air [...]
Last night I walked past Dick Whittington’s stone in Archway – the milestone, irretrievably tied in with its panto image of boy and cat, is framed inside a wrought-iron fence – and thought about the icons we pass every day that have no historical significance. One of these is the King’s Cross lighthouse, now sadly [...]
It’s a classic, I know, and now six years old, but I watched it again and realised it’s one of the few TV commercials I really love (although I had to watch it again to remember what the product was).
Well, it wouldn’t be so weird in another time or place (Cornwall, the 1920s?) but every time I pass it I ask myself; what the HELL is a really old-fashioned ship’s chandler’s doing just behind Tottenham Court Road? I mean, it’s bloody miles from the sea, and who in London’s West End needs to buy [...]
I knew it all along. There had to be a reason why we’re attracted to tales of violence. It turns out that the oldest genetically identifiable nuclear family met a violent death, according to analysis of remains from 4,600-year-old burials in Germany.
Researchers reckon that the broken bones of these stone age people (mum, dad, two [...]
Okay, time for the answer, as I’m still getting emails asking what is wrong with the picture – the artist put Bryant’s pipe in May’s hand – May doesn’t smoke. The artwork had to be repainted.