The Perennial Teenager

Well, I went too early with my RIP post didn't I? Readers, I am ok. I appreciate the tweets, the texts, the emails and the general co...

It's with a heavy heart and a strong cup of coffee that I approach this blog post. Firstly, apologies for my leave of absence. I've ...

The Way We Were is on Netflix. Happy, happy, happy days. It's actually a bit of a mess of a film but you get two hours of Robert Redford...

I am not sure any group quite sums up the 80s like Frankie. Recently I have rediscovered the masterpiece that is Welcome To The Pleasured...

I love Will Smith's musical output. I don't know why he kept on with the acting (not that I have a particular problem with his ac...

I've never been to Glastonbury and have no desire to spend four days in mud. I watch it and I think, "don't you people reali...

This year my blog is going to be about people who have died. Because 2016 SUCKS. Stop dying. Stop it. I am more upset about Prince than...

January was a horrible month. David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Glen Frey and Terry Wogan. OK, Terry looks a bit out of sorts in this list but h...

I love everything about Legally Blonde. The title, the premise, the clothes. I am rewatching it (it's on Netflix) and it really is ut...

I liked Oasis on the basis of Wonderwall, a song I never tire of. I think it's beautifully romantic and lovely and ignore the fact N...