Finally, I will be able to satisfy my constant yearning and uncontrollable desire to peer into other people’s lives. My voyeuristic urges will now be placed into effect on a plane higher than anyone else has contemplated.
Mr Gerald Foos writes about his mundane depravity in the manner of a cartoonish super-villain. It's probably part of why I found this remarkably non-judgemental account of his history disturbingly entertaining.
So, this is definitely a Sunday post, it just happens to be on Tuesday. Don’t be fooled. I watched American Fiction on the weekend. I liked it a lot – it drew emotionally engaging characters efficiently (I was really drawn into the friendship of Monk and his sister Lisa, even
I haven’t really watched, or finished reading, anything this week, so let’s talk Doctor Who, which is one month away from the new season. It’s been a while since I discussed it here, so let’s do a quick recap of what I’ve skipped: * Season 9:
I’ve looked at the reviews around the place, and as far as I can see, if you read the book first, you’re very down on Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining, and if you didn’t, you think it’s a masterpiece.[1] I read the book earlier this
I was recommended What the Duck the other week and so far, I’m really enjoying it. It’s hard to go past an episode about how snakes have two clitorides.[1] Ann Jones is a pleasure to listen to, though I think I’ll need to slow down my