This is an article I have written for the film magazine Little White Lies. It’s for their blog, which is at www.littlewhitelies.co.uk.
But you lucky people can have a sneak preview:
Nell Frizzell asks, with the film adaptation of State of Play proving a rip roaring Hollywood blockbuster, which other great British dramas are ripe [...]
Last night was the second Raconnaissance – the storytelling night run by my great friend and literary genius Chris Lochery.
It was a wonderful evening, with some very talented storytellers. I was particularly shamed into a grovelling sense of inadequacy by the resident poet Swithun Cooper and a new face to the Raconnaissance crowd, Craig Taylor [...]
When I was about 16, and probably as far from losing my virginity as Sister Wendy – the talking catholic horse who presented art documentaries during our youth, remember? – I went along with a group of friends on a sort of fertility field trip. One of our hair mascara-ed, dungaree clad, orthodontic group was [...]
This is a piece I have been intending to write for a long time. Of course, without Nick’s help, I never could have done it. If you can think of any of your own Robbed Dylan classics then please let me know.
Bob Dylan has been ripped off more times than Candy Darling’s leg waxing strips, [...]
It is a truth universally acknowledged that moving house is about as fun as giving yourself an enema with molten lava. The only redeeming feature on the otherwise barren landscape of deposit payments, cardboard boxes and estate agents sent from Smarmville, Shitshire to try and beguile you into moving to a needle exchange, is the [...]
This, my friends, is why I love doing internet research:
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_drugs_did_Bob_Dylan_do
Wiki.answers – thank you and goodnight.
Nell Frizzell
Another inspired piece of graphic design by Nicholas Alan Scott, aka narcsville.com.
And by ‘inspired’, I mean inspired by a short walk through the land of the twee last weekend (Columbia Road).
Now, I hate to alienate here, but I really hate twee.
And this archetypal twee revival of what is, basically, war propaganda grates more than an [...]
I know – I nearly fell off my chair!
Apparently, a pint of bitter is the calorie equivalent of a doughnut, a shot of ‘cream liquor’ (whatever they hell that is) equals a chicken drumstick, a glass of wine is as fattening as a slice of cake and downing a shot of vodka is [...]
Who knew?
Spike Milligan was the original Vice photo blog posing poster boy.
There he was, nearly 60 years ago, throwing down the very same eye salute now sported by every Tom, Dick and Trendy this side of Shoreditch.
Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.
Nell Frizzell
I never thought I’d see the day.
Trainers?
In fact, not just trainers, but what look like £5 pumps from Lace Ups (the amazing flip flop and plimsoll shop on the Cowley Road in Oxford that is now, sadly, closed.)
I’m not a huge fan of the Teese – although I can happily report that she has cellulite [...]