I’m not embarrassed to admit I’m quite a fan of the recent television series Puberty Blues. Perhaps for no other reason than because it i...

You think we’re like, actually all fucked? Like rising seas, and hurricanes and judgement and shit? A white stage, a single lightbulb ...

I learnt a new word recently. Bibliobibuli. It means someone who reads too much. H. L. Mencken describes it as being “constantly drunk on bo...

There is only one thing I fear in life, my friend… One day, the black will swallow the red. In the middle of his studio, Rothko sits,...

It seemed impossibly good to be true, too much of a dream to miss, the most tantalising of carrots to be dangled in front of subscribers a...

I don’t normally do this, write singular reviews or pieces about one film. It’s not because I don’t want to, but rather because most of t...

The prospect is tantalising. “A group of actors and dancers meet on stage and begin the show with a short conversation about… Well, we don...

This is an edited version of a document prepared in November 2011, prior to starting work on the project. Like Me is, simply, As Y...

*** POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT *** August has been a slow month. Time seems to have elongated itself, gone backwards almost. Chronic time d...

If you wanted to, you can pinpoint the day I started listening to music and looking at films. I mean really listening to music, obsessivel...