We were merry. All of us. Every single blessed soul had been on a high – even myself, the person who doesn’t really enjoy being in crowded spaces with people I don’t know.

As stated in my previous entry, however, the night wasn’t like that, and regardless of how many glasses of wine or bottles of beer we had devoured like oxygen – there was a lot going around – it was a natural high, this wave we were all seemingly surfing on. (more…)

When a fan goes to the effort of arranging an event at BAFTA for Flash Gordon, it’s just rude not to attend.

Lisa Downs recently went to the trouble of arranging a fantastic night for fans of 1980’s Flash Gordon with fantastic results.

Lisa, a filmmaker, decided to arrange the night when she saw just how much Sam J. Jones and Melody Anderson had to say to each other over dinner one night – a conversation she was privy to due to the work she has put into creating her documentary Life After Flash. (more…)

Today I’ve been digging in to a pretty awesome blog.

I’ve –  on and off – been doing this whole Forever Living thing. Have you heard of it? Perhaps not. Allow me to summarise the Cleanse 9:

• Breakfast is three tablets, a couple of shots of chewy evil (aloe vera gel), and loads of water.
• Snack is a sachet of fiber – dissolved in loads of water.
• Lunch (for two days) is three tablets, a couple of shots of chewy evil, and loads of water.
• Dinner (for two days) is two tablets, a couple of shots of chewy evil, and loads of water.

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My Grandmother had been 15 years old when her grandmother refused her offer to make the tea – a refusal that saved my nan, but killed her grandmother.

That fateful evening, the air raid sirens gave warning of the overhead Messerschmitts. Nan’s uncle Chris Appleby had the torch, and her gran refused Nan’s offer to make a cuppa because of that torch: “No, you don’t know where the bucket is because I’ve lent Chrissy the torch.”

So Nan stayed in the lounge with her mother. That was the last they saw of the Appleby Matriarch, Edith. (more…)

Men – for centuries, this gender has held exclusive rights to calling women everything from harlot to bitch.

Nietzsche once said, ‘All of us live in the “Prison house of Language”; if it is the prison house, then the question is who made the prison. It is man-made, constructed by male dominance.’ (more…)