I mean seriously. What the fuck is this? Sometimes a picture tells you everything you need to know. This is one of those occasions.
This is a terrifying moment.
I recently worked for a company in Shoreditch and sat relatively closely to this bearded man who has recently created a hit TV format for ITV. I had no idea what his name was but we had that habit of nodding hello to each other when we entered the office – nice, polite British stuff.
At what point did antiques shows become prime time viewing?
I remember when I was growing up that The Antiques Roadshow would be on as I feasted on the family roast dinner. It was shit then, and yet I switched on the TV the other Sunday to find that it’s now on at 8pm. 8pm!!!
I love Batman. I loved the Bob Kane comics, I loved Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale’s take on the winged avenger and I loved Alan Moore’s short story ‘The Killing Joke’.
Here’s one for the ages. Are tattoos actually any good? And if so, at what point does a tattoo lover over-tattoo themselves?
Footballers are big fans of tattoos. Porn stars too. From what I’ve seen there’s not much tattoo-free skin in either profession. I have no problem with one or two tattoos. A cheeky tattoo on the small of a womans back or on their stomach is absolutely fine. A bloke with a tattoo on his upper arm is almost a tradition. But when people do their upmost to out-tattoo Michael Schofield in Prison Break it really is time to reassess.
I recently finished watching the American TV version of ‘The Killing’ – a remake of a hugely successful Danish show. I was worried it might be a bit of a disappointment but to be fair it gripped me throughout – until the final episode that is…
There are a lot of shit, irritating, annoying adverts souring our televisual experience, but the bloody Meerrkat campaign is one of the worst out there.
International football has been shit for ages. People look at Italia ’90 as the last great international football tournament, but that’s mainly because of England’s progress, Gazza’s meltdown and Chris Waddle’s mullet – remember how crap the final was?