Since it’s soon to be All Hallows’ Eve I thought that I would spice things up a bit, so in place of a review this week are my top ten Halloween films. Enjoy…
Nick Clegg's face is ageing rapidly. More rapidly than Robin Williams in that shit film. Going against your conscience on a daily basis doesn't do much for your complexion. Every time I see him sat next to David Cameron during Prime Minister's questions, I can't help but think how he's no longer the fresh faced sprog from election time.
This misheard lyric comes courtesy of 'Witchcraft', by Pendulum.
Some time during the composition of this piece, I realised that I have pretty much destroyed any possibility of ever being taken seriously as a writer. A post about your difficulties in using toilet cubicles at work, Liam? Brilliant. A truly Pulitzer worthy piece of journalism.
It comes from the man who brought us Being John Malkovich, a film which has burned into my brain forever the image of a small girl with John Malkovich’s head. The horror. The unspeakable horror. So… a kids film? Really?
Internet: I'm disappointed in you. You really need to tone down the amount of packaging you use when I've bought stuff from you. I know it's called Amazon.co.uk, but you don't need to use half of the Amazon rainforest to make sure my item gets here intact.
Today I'd like to introduce you to a Japanese show called Iron Chef. It is a cross between Masterchef and Gladiators, with a sprinkling of imperialism.
It turns out my man JT can do more than just bust sweet moves.
From tomorrow, my good friend John Rushton will be writing film reviews for Angry Flat Cap. He’s a very funny guy, though he’s from West Yorkshire. That means he’s somewhat bitter about not living near a coastline, like I do. Fortunately he knows a lot about films. Unlike Biggie and Tupac we’ve been able to […]