The 69 club: Nowhere near as good as it sounds. The loss of Alan Rickman.

Well, that’s it, I’ve had it with 2016. David Bowie and now Alan Rickman? No. I won’t stand for it. Continue reading


It’s a god-awful small affair, and the world is poorer for it.

When I was about 6 or 7, my dad’s dad, grandad Ray, sat me down in front of a film to keep me entertained for an hour or so. And I never thanked him for showing me The Labyrinth. Continue reading