Crispin Glover Postscript.

For the record, I think he would have made an amazing Joker.

Letterman’s T party.

You will hear about my recent silence later, it is of little interest and manifests in a puerile adolescent ramble anyway.

Soup’s Gift Wrap

Regular visitors to my various raggle taggle of badly presented websites may well have been introduced to the legend that is Soup. More legend than man, surely. We have decided to “wrap up” the holiday season with an opportunity for you to print out and cover those unwanted gifts in this uber sexy Soup paper. [...]

The only good God damn thing about today.

Screenwipe’s back.

Charlie Brooker has returned after almost a bloody full year. I for one am happy. Every second cocksucker on the internet complains on a regular basis about EVERYTHING. Charlie has a bit of selectivity and class about his targets. They are always just and deserving analysations. So, enjoy…….

Batman………….

THIS, is why I love the internet.

This, however, has Burt Fucking Reynolds AND Judd Fucking Nelson

Black Raven and the Poe Poe.

So, before you so rudely distracted me, I was telling you a story.

Alan Rickman in a pot.

Alan Rickman in a pot.

Things to do at a Salvador Dali Exhibition.

You can climb in behind Salvador Dali’s Mae West Sofa and stick your head up behind it for amusing effect. You may get in trouble though.