I’m over here this evening, flying the flag for cities and wondering where they’ll take us. I’ve have only one major issue with cities: they inspired these excruciatingly awful lyrics. Guilty as hell. “Concrete jungle where dreams are made of?” Say again? (No, actually don’t say again. Thanks).
Posts Tagged ‘The Axe To Grind’
Dear PETA, Yours Despairingly (Once Again)
In what is turning to be a yearly series, I’m over at EcoSalon raising a weary eyebrow at the latest antics by the People For The Protection Of Animals. The usual arguments apply: “Any publicity is good publicity” vs. “Hey, people are animals too” (because PETA’s human rights record is a little patchy). So it [...]
TV Is What Films Will Be When They Grow Up
I’m a reluctant cinema-goer nowadays. This is because broadly speaking and generalising wildly, I’m a grown-up. Please excuse me the following rant / soliloquy. (I like to vent occasionally: it makes me a better person the rest of the time, in theory). Right. I love a good story (and yes, I’m a scifi/fantasy geek, but [...]
