The Boy and the Heron

I’ve never really been a movies person, they last too long and I always want the bar/toilet after 20 minutes like at a gig, which stresses me out. But I got myself a BFI and a Picturehouse membership and once…

Florrie Ransom at the Finsbury, London

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Ncuti Gatwa in Doctor Who: The Church on Ruby Road

I’ve never really been a movies person, they last too long and I always want the bar/toilet after 20 minutes like at a gig, which stresses me out. But I got myself a BFI and a Picturehouse membership and once…

Yours truly with the Fallen Woman at the Lexington, London

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Natalie Palamides, David Earl and Fionn Foley blundering through Ireland somewhere

My first ever blog post was on Christmas Eve in 2002 which means this website is now old enough to drink in the US. I used to write prolifically about my work, politics, the internet and pop culture etc, but…

So Sha at the Rumsey Wells, Norwich

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David Byrne in Stop Making Sense

I’ve never really been a movies person, they last too long and I always want the bar/toilet after 20 minutes like at a gig, which stresses me out. But I got myself a BFI and a Picturehouse membership and once…

Geordie (1958–2023)

Killing Joke’s Geordie has died and I am absolutely gutted about it. He didn’t really sound like anything else on earth, and his playing style practically invented a genre. I first saw them in 1989, and they were never anything…

Midge Ure at the Royal Albert Hall

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The New Eves at St Pancras Old Church

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