Bristol Friday 2nd April 2009 With Dirty Projectors, Polar Bear, Wildbirds & Peacedrums, Matt Elliott, Nat Baldwin, Gary Smith, Silver Stairs Of Ketchikan Mountain of 8 at the Arnolfini is a coming together of two of...
Vic Chesnutt, Elf Power, and The Balky Mule Gig Review The Polish Club, St Pauls Rd March 29th 2009 The Balky Mule is the brainchild of Bristolian post-rocker, now residing in Australia, Sam Jones. Through the Bulky Mule, Jones...
I have thrown in the towel. The same towel that for the past three months has wiped sweat from machines I never really understood, in the gym where I never really belonged. It was inevitable that sooner or later my mental resolve...
Trains operating in the South West are full of weirdoes. The trains that I get on from Bristol, in particular those that pass through Weston-Super-Mare, are densely populated with odd bods and eccentrics. Today, my girlfriend...
Psychedelic Guide to Monsterism Island Review Welsh-born artist Pete Fowler created Monsterism Island and its bizarre inhabitants in an ambitious multi-faceted art project. The Psychedelic Guide… is the latest in a series of...
Two Door Cinema Club Louisiana, Bristol Tuesday 3rd March 2009 Hailing from Bangor in Northern Ireland, Two Door Cinema Club are representative of a new breed of band that effortlessly assimilate respectable musical influences...
I made a curried parsnip soup this week. It smelt wholesome. I left it to cool in the kitchen. Just before I went to bed, I put it in the fridge. The next day my girlfriend texted me to say she had found a giant black moth in my...
Here’s a review of Romeo and Juliet at The Bristol Old Vic. Theatre Review – Romeo and Juliet Showing between Thursday 12th and Saturday 21st February 2009 @ Bristol Old Vic The Bristol Old Vic is a wonderfully...
My life has turned into a Channel 4 documentary. It is called:- Pimp the Wimp. The premise is simple: take a skinny, directionless, unhealthy and generally defeated call-centre worker- the wimp [that’s me, if you didn’t...
The toilets at work consist of five cubicles. There are no urinals; just five cubicles. These five cubicles are nearly always occupied with men shitting. The toilets inevitably smell like five types of shit brewed together. ...