They Live, and we might just be them
Today we’re all a little out of bubblegum and with the news that Rowdy Roddy Piper has joined the greats in that great big ring in the great beyond. I […]
Author Archives: Flush Gorden
nature you ambushed me again
Curse you nature you utter, utter, complete, total, my god there aren’t enough expletives in the dictionary to describe my complete contempt for you. You with your blue skies and […]
Haven’t we done this before?
Don’t you ever wonder that? You’re sat at home or you’re out and about or you’re just doing stuff and then this wave of familiarity washes over you. “This has […]
love is a messy business but still be my bloody valentine
Yes, yes, I know what you’re thinking. In fact don’t even start on it by thinking it. Stop it right now. Hey you, you’re still thinking it. Don’t think I […]
remakes, reboots, they’re just too clean
I’m not old. I’m not grumpy. But I do have aspirations to be both. To be the one that starts a conversation with “In my day….” or “Back then special […]
it’s been a week, i can do this
It’s been a week and….well bugger, bollocks and to hell with it all. That didn’t turn out as expected. No, no that’s really not a fair way to put it […]
It’s better out than in
There’s only a few days to go till the we vote in the Independence Referendum and I haven’t publicly said much about it apart from some facetious comments about the many, […]
it’s not an instruction manual
A collection of photos and ponderings of the everyday happenings that happened to happen when I descended upon my favourite Norwegian one toasty summer. Well some winter too but mostly […]
Werewolves….two legs far more terrifying than four
Is it the fact that they are slobberingly single-minded beasts that want nothing more than to munch on your tastiest of organs and gnaw on your bones? Perhaps it is their […]
Pulp Fiction….Nearly Super….Heroes
Let us look back. Now look forward. Now touch your toes. Stand up and pledge allegiance to the Moon Men from Uranus. Oooh with this sort of control over the mind of someone […]
This is the future so where's my rocketpack? 