Been busy, so here’s a quick ‘n’ easy post. 1. The Specialist. This film is shit soup, but JW’s ‘bomb’ speech is his finest moment. 2. Virgin Suicides. From the ridiculous to the sublime. He can do understated.3. Vampires. The opening scene is one of my favorites also.4. Cop. I love 80’s cop movies set…

I loved this article. Gotta say, my own taste is getting less about what’s new as ‘What have I missed?’. And it’s pretty MOR for the most part. Eagles. Springsteen. Stones. Teenage Fanclub. Beach Boys. Cash. Especially Cash. I could never tell you who’s number one, nor do I care. The new NZ bands for…

I’ve been bookmarking some cool (well, cool for me. Shut up.) pages lately, and been slack about blogging them, so I’m clearing them up. I know, you’ll just have to bear with me. First up – Zombie mob. These hipsters terrorised downtown San Francisco, George A. Romero style one Saturday morning, just in time for…

Some of my fondest memories are within the M25. Like a picnic with me mates on Hampstead Heath one grey Saturday afternoon, Tequila Sunrises in the Adelaide’s garden bar in Swiss Cottage, drinking six bottles of cheap French red wine with Aidan then going to a party all night before waking up on the Piccadilly…

If you’re lucky enough to live in Auckland, then you can go to one of the world’s great record shops. The slog up Queen St to Real Groovy is one of my favourite Auckland rituals. When I was growing up in Hamilton, no trip to the big smoke was complete without stocking up on vinyl…

Heres some really wicked pictures of Russian Buildings that were designed but never built. Some of them look like what I imagine The Lost City Of Atlantis would look like. If it were true. It’s not. Cool if it was. I’ll go now. link

The Family Guy is a great cartoon, but SHIT you’ve got to check out this blog, in paticular the post “Mamas, don’t let yer babies grow up to be cartoonists”, in which ‘Spike’ reveals the flipside of what for may people appears to be a dream job. Hey Spike – welcome to the world mate!…

I love to take photos, but I’m pretty crap at it (as you can see on the right there). Here’s some fantastic ones taken by Stanley Kubrick before he was a film director, which I’ve nicked from boingboing. I like them ‘cos they look like stills from his films, even though they’re not. link

Am I allowed to quote Sir Alex Fergusson after Liverpool have won the Big Cup? Yes, I think I can. “Football… bloody hell”. I think that sums it up nicely. link

Right, so here’s the only fashion-related post I’ll probably ever do. And it’s a fairly simple question. How come, right, that men are supposed to be all Metrosexual and Beckham ourselves for hours before going to WORK let alone leaving the house on a Saturday night? Intricate haircut, IRONED shirts, moisturiser, hair product, washboard abs,…