Late Entry In The Race For The Top Of The Christma…
Nae luck, Leona. Here comes Scunner, Bearing Gifts.And here’s the live performance. Pardon my idiom, but I fucking love these guys.
Read More Late Entry In The Race For The Top Of The Christma…Neil Williamson : everything's ephemeral
Nae luck, Leona. Here comes Scunner, Bearing Gifts.And here’s the live performance. Pardon my idiom, but I fucking love these guys.
Read More Late Entry In The Race For The Top Of The Christma…I don’t normally complain about the weather. Living in Glasgow there’s no point, it’s one of the givens of life. Every day you get weather. Sometimes three or four sorts. And I don’t normally get the November blues either, when the nights fair draw in and you go to work in the dark and you […]
Read More Whether the weatherIt seems the video mash-up (cf the marvelous ThriftShop XL) has evolved a level of sophistication. Re-cut movie trailers that completely change the meaning of the film. I was much taken by the recent BoingBoing entry on Mary Poppins as a horror movie, but my favourite is probably this one. If anyone knows of any […]
Read More RemixThere’s something that happens so occasionally in my world that you almost forget about it entirely. Almost. Not quite. Because, like a cosmological event, when it does come round it leaves a long blazing mark in the memory, and a hook of hope that you’ll see it, one day, again. What am I talking about? […]
Read More RaritiesWarning: this post contains half-baked and undigested ideas. Feel free to argue with or ignore as you will. So, it seems the whole world is writing Pirate stories. I know of at least five GSFWC members who claim to have signed up for passage (Mr Duncan has of course already completed his, plus landed a […]
Read More Pirate Memory GamesBut I have been, see? It’s just that between the close of the working day one Tuesday evening and rolling back into the office another Wednesday morning, the last week at World Fantasy seems like such a seamless splice into my life that already I’m wondering if it happened or if it was just some […]
Read More Like I’ve Never Been AwayThis week I allowed myself to read fiction. Just a little bit, cos even though I’m on the wagon for the duration of the nov, the urge is sometimes too much. Just a short story, maybe a magazine, but nothing stronger. Nae books or nuthin‘, gov. You know what’s the ideal size for the fiction […]
Read More MunchiesLast week was a bit of a gig fest. Wednesday saw us tripping along to Juliette and The Licks And Friday saw me hanging around in Edinburgh after the last day of a training course to catch our friend Cornelius and his new band, The Rohypsters, who turned out, as stated in their manifesto, to […]
Read More Sparks of GeniusSometimes the best of things give you cause to examine your attitudes to certain aspects of life. I love being Scottish, but I’ve never been the sort who gets misty-eyed when I hear bagpipes or see a bloke in a kilt or receive postcards from the Highlands. I like a dram, sure, and love to […]
Read More TribalismJust returned in more or less one piece from an exceptionally good FantasyCon in Nottingham. And – with the exception of the tense, slow, torrential drive down – it was a spankingly good weekend. Mr Duncan, Mr Cobley and myself motored south during an increasingly wild Friday, the end result of which, when we finally […]
Read More A Very Happy Convention