When recently writing a post about three of the songs Blondie covered, I included my experience of seeing Debbie Harry live; in the process discovering the somewhat unique circumstances in which I did are barely, if at all, mentioned anywhere on the internet. Continue reading
Meeting Edgar Broughton
The following is an account of true events: the names of those involved have been changed (including the dog’s).
My introduction to the Great Edgar Broughton started in a pub said to have once been frequented by highwayman Dick Turpin.
Aged fourteen, me and a couple of mates found we could get served in the Schooner, located—though no longer there—where Streatham High Road meets Hermitage Lane.
Covid-19 and What it Means for Zombies in Popular Culture
Covid-19 will mark a momentous turning point in zombie films/TV and, for that matter, anything of a post-Apocalyptic nature. Continue reading
Roasted Lone Wolf
Don’t panic: it’s not yet another gratuitous foodie blog about eating every possible living thing just cos whatever. Though some might wish it was once they see what I’ve got cooking in this week’s big pot of poetry.