A friend of mine was recently worrying about his 14 year-old son wanting to go and see Logan, and the growing realisation that there was probably prec...
First page of the novelisation of The Goonies. On the inside leaf; a teaser bit of text from later in the novel, designed to whet your appetite. A description of an octopus attacking the kids, in a flooded cavern with a pirate ship floating sedately in the background.
A girl steps into a big house and won't nod in agreement with her mother who thinks the kitchen unit is absolutely stunning, is it IKEA? She won't look at surface, at cut-glass vases, at paintings of gravy-faced aristocrats holding guns - she'll look inside things. Cupboards, boxes, locked-up doorways, cellars. Or he will, if he's a boy.
Acknowledging the design of the Christmas jumper creates a shared experience of festive consumerism, allowing the jumper to supersede the material and enter the intangible and quasi-sanctified realm of celebration. This new hyperreality is a joyous state that plain knitwear is simply incapable of rendering.
In my 46 years, I have never felt such nostalgia. I didn't think I was especially sentimental, but it would appear, given the right situation, I really am. And what got to me wasn't old photos, music or talking with friends - it was retro computers.
I often wonder what he would have been like, had he still been alive today. What would such a truly talented man make of our anything-to-be-famous-but-famous-for-nothing celebrity culture? What musical gems would he have bestowed upon us? And most importantly, what would he think about the remaining members of Queen giving the green light to 'A Kind Of Magic' being used in the Furniture Village TV ads?
For instance, Kate needs to find William and Peeta needs to find Katniss - this will get strangers mingling and talking to one another, and serves as a perfect icebreaker if you're throwing a blind date party or are trying to fix up single friends!
It's no exaggeration to say that I grew up on the Spice Girls, and I doubt that I'd be an entertainment journalist now, if it weren't for the introduction to all things pop - and heady dose of girl power - that they gave me. As we celebrate 20 years since the birth of one of British pop culture's greatest phenomenons, here's what the ladies themselves taught me over the years...
I'm a scientist who studies memory errors. In particular, I study how people can come to believe they experienced things that never happened. I think that memory science can help us understand some of the starkly conflicting voices we are hearing in the Brexit debate.
The single is being released to raise money for Medecins San Frontiere on a pay what you want download basis but this only came about after Bailey had written the song and played it for friends who immediately said that he must release it.
Sitting here, toasting both Lili and Gerda and the challenges they faced together, brought so beautifully to life in 'The Danish Girl', is a fitting reminder that, while Lili Elbe may have faced singular challenges ahead of her time, she was fortunate in one respect - that of being born in a country that can pride itself on its progressiveness, and a pioneering spirit she so evidently shared.
The album is a celebration of life and survival and one of it's strongest themes is about living in the present and not wasting a single moment. We are lucky, we live in a beautiful part of the world, right next to the beach, and the nature and beauty of our surroundings is always a huge source of inspiration and sanctuary.
The school where I work is saying goodbye, this week, to another sixth form year group, as the class of 2016 head off into study leave, exam season an...
Things being 'out' had a knock-on effect, of course. One of those things that seemed trivial at the time, but had a huge impact on the way we consume movies. Because if you hit the video shop on a Saturday night, you sure as hell weren't going to be able to pick up a copy of that week's big release unless you were insanely lucky.
I'm sitting here at my desk with a cup of Yorkshire tea which arrived in the post last week. It seems like time has just zoomed past and landed me here on this island in this adult body. Being on the other side of the world gives so much room to grow and at the same time keeps a certain dose of nostalgia alive, giving people and places from back home an overwhelming sense of significance.
This week marks a strange milestone. Born 2 March 1950, Karen Carpenter (who died aged 32) has now been dead longer than she'd lived. Strange too, my relationship with the Carpenters' music.