He was crossing the road onto Trafalgar Square just like everyone else around him. They were tourists, for the most part, people who had come here deliberately. It was going to be an evening for it. The clouds, if they could even be called that, had floated off again, leaving no doubt about the weather.
At the start of this year I made a commitment to myself that I was going to do more with supporting Independent Publishers and Authors alike. It’s great working for STORGY and getting sent free books for review – but I wanted to do more, so have been making sure I personally purchase a book
Marvel’s Avengers S.T.A.T.I.O.N. opens in London at Excel London on 29th November 2018, following a hugely successful run in New York, Seoul, Paris, Singapore, Beijing, Taipei and Las Vegas, where it has set up a permanent exhibition. This highly anticipated multi-room experience offers fans of all ages the opportunity to delve into the super-workings and backstory
‘Your brother’s with the Judder.’ If you are not aware of The Eden Book Society – where have you been? Dead Ink have been able to obtain the rights to their back catalogue and are releasing titles over the course of the year, with each one being a macabre little slice of horror. There is
I’ll be honest: I’d never heard of the controversial and rebel psychologist R.D. Laing until I’d watched Mad to be Normal, a counterculture icon who attracted an almost cult-like following among the young and impressionable during the swinging sixties, but I wonder if first-time writer/director Robert Mullan, author of several books based the psychiatrist, paints the
Parenting can be difficult, it can also be fun, it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done – but I do sometimes wonder if I’m getting this whole parenting thing right, because it doesn’t come with an instruction manual (which is what all new parents will enjoy hearing from well wishers when you are
Youths today, eh? There’s nothing quite like the sight of a gang of pockmarked, track-suited youths gawping lethargically at their iPhones, babbling witlessly to one another and sucking up nitrous oxide from balloons that makes you feel like an old, cantankerous fuckwit. I used to be young, once. I remember it. I remember having a
