So, I have taken yet another step further into the wonderful world of cyberspace – I have joined the confusing and attention-seeking world of Twitter! Warning, shameless self promotion alert: feel free to ‘follow’ me if you’ve got an account of your own. Link’s on the right. It will make me feel loved… (more…)
Disney goes back to the drawing board this month, with their first non-CGI animated release in six years.
Being a big fan of the ‘old school’ Disney hits that all kids of our generation were raised on, I have been looking forward to this film for a while. I knew they had been working hard on giving another classic fairy tale that good old Disney revision, and that every department had been pulling out all the stops to make this a classic that would stand up next to the likes of ‘The Lion King’ and ‘Aladdin’. And they succeeded, sort of.
All of the things we’ve come to expect from Disney films are there in spades. The animation and voice talent is first rate. The characters are bold, likable and memorable. The moral message is clearly spelt out and followed through. The ending is happy and the songs are sing-along-able to a fault.
To read the rest of this review, go to Unbored!
So, once again I have neglected my blog. (In my defense, I did submit new fiction and articles, and there will be a snazzy new review up this weekend…) Why? Because I’ve been in a bad mood, and I rarely write anything worth the binary it’s transmitted in when I’m in a bad mood.
My bad mood writing is self indulgent and rant-y. It’s like those people who put “X thinks their housemate should DIE in a thousand fiery hells for using up all the cheese!!!” as their Facebook status – what are you trying to achieve, and does it really make you feel any better, or the person it’s aimed at repent? Yes, *I* feel better for having gotten it all out, but no one else needs to see it or will care, so I keep it to myself. (more…)
Just a quick post to share something that I think is pretty darn cool. A very good friend, Kirsty Olliffe, tuned in to my radio show recently (Tuesdays, 3 – 5 pm, on Purefm.com) and after watching us on webcam, she drew me and my co host, Melissa Flack, in the studio! I think its a pretty good likeness of both of us, and I’ve never had anyone produce ‘fan art’ of me yet, so I figured I’d share it:
What do you think? Let me know, or send me your own ‘fan art’, if you’re so inclined. Thanks Kirsty for the drawing – I think it’s quite a compliment!
If streets could talk, this one would have some stories to tell, I’m sure. And not the kind you find in city guide books, telling you on what date such-and-such a famous person marched down it; not history, but something more tangible and currently real.
It would tell of the early morning, when it begins to hum to life as the shops along its length unlock their doors and prepare to welcome customers. It would tell of pretty university-aged shop assistants with ponytails that swish like pendulums when they walk, and their fashionable shoes that click satisfactorily across its cobbles. It could describe the rays of the sunrise glinting off the glassy surface of the windows, creating small rainbows of refraction that flicker and dart. (more…)
Every Sunday, after lunch, Donald Wickens called at 211 Albert Road for Miss Hattie. It had become such a tradition that today she was sitting by the window with her hat already on, awaiting him when the clock struck three. She played distractedly with a wisp of tawny hair that refused to stay in its place, as she watched out the window for him. She pretended to read her youngest sister’s new book – a Beatrix Potter – but couldn’t really absorb the tale of the kitten that was almost turned into a roly poly pudding. When she finally spotted Don walking jauntily along towards the jeweller’s only propriety stopped her from flying to the door to greet him. After paying his respects to her parents and siblings, he offered her his elbow and they set off along the road. (more…)
Anyone who knows me knows I am an obsessive Family Guy fan. So it will come as no surprise to them that I have had this item on pre-order since May. Or that I am about to sing the praises of Seth Macfarlane once again.
If you have not yet discovered that the bird is the word, I highly recommend this DVD set. Remember that this was a show that was historically cancelled and then resurrected by DVD sales, and spend your money generously.
In return, you’ll get 13 new episodes, including plenty of gags and sequences cut from TV; with “all the poops and farts and nudity intact”, as Peter would put it. There are also, for the hardcore nerds like me, commentaries on each episode, deleted scenes, and even a behind the scenes tour of the production offices which will make wannabe sitcom writers drool in envy!
Season 8 really offers nothing new, just more of the same characters and laughs you know and love.
To read the rest of this review, go to Unbored!
I am about to do something I thought I would never do – bash the genius of Seth MacFarlane! (I justify this in my head by arguing that technically The Cleveland Show is actually very little to do with Seth, and is more the brainchild of Mike Henry; Seth is only implicated by involvement and association, rather than being the creator of the show.) But I am indeed about to do it, so brace yourselves folks!
The much talked about Cleveland Show finally comes to the UK on E4 this week. I have to confess that I cheated and watched the first five episodes of Season 1 on the internet a while ago, so I know what’s coming. And I have to say that I wasn’t much impressed.
Aside from the first five minutes of the Pilot (which was television gold, and included the cast of Family Guy and Cleveland’s farewell to them all), The Cleveland Show just didn’t do anything for me.
To read the rest of this review, go to Unbored!
Hey again. I know it’s been a while since I blogged, but I have been busy playing about with the website and trying to get the other sections filled out and so on. I hope you all have a look at my articles and fiction, and keep an eye out for some more new stuff which should be going up over the next few days.
In the meantime, I want you all to open a new tab in your browser, go to Google, and search for me – “Laura Patricia”. (more…)
The thin passageway was as dark as blindness in front of her; the tiny shaft behind her where the midday sun penetrated the mountain afforded her light for only a few paces, then snatched it away and left her to walk the path alone. Sound also surrendered to the blackness, and she no longer heard the comforting song of the summer birds, or the rustle of the wind as it told secrets to the trees, just the soft scraping of her leather shoes on the stone floor. She tread carefully, taking her directions by feel rather than sight, running her fingertips along the damp rock on either side. Presently, the faintest of lights appeared far in the distance, and the smell of iron pierced her nose. Charis’ heart clenched with each step she took towards the yellow glow, but she did not falter in her path. Whether she accepted it or not, this walk was her destiny. She would not be back this way again. (more…)
