Archives for February 2006
The Touch of the Shadow…
As Atlantic rowers Paul Gleeson and Tori Holmes enter what they hope will be their final week on the high seas, the ‘entity’ that follows/haunts/accompanies them has made its most audacious intervention yet: Our passenger was up to divilment again… continue reading »
Eugene Lambert Interview Pt. 3 – A Most Unusual Wagon…
The Story Concludes… After Part Two’s tales of horse colic, Neil Jordan, Flann O’Brien, Fortycoats, and ‘Ould Mr. Brennan’…our story drifts gently towards its ending. My thanks (again) go out to Eugene for agreeing to chat (off the cuff) about… continue reading »
Eugene Lambert Interview Pt. 2 – A Wanderly Beginning
The Story so far… With Part 1 (and Eugene’s early days) behind us, our tale now winds its way toward the promised land of Part 2…and the arrival of a certain wagon. Ready boys and girls? Ok, Eugene, if we… continue reading »
Eugene Lambert Interview Pt. 1 – The Wagon Approaches…
Though I’m not someone who has much time for the kind of indiscriminate nostalgia expressed in the likes of I Love Nineteen-Eighty-Whatever etc., there are (undoubtedly) certain television shows from my childhood (the ones with an indescribable ‘something’) that have… continue reading »
There’s Something in the Attic…
Thoroughly intriguing story in yesterday’s Guardian about a Mr. Barney Broom (of Gunthorpe, north Norfolk) discovering…well…what can best be described as a pickled model of a baby ‘grey alien’ in his loft. Yikes! Mr. Broom was in the process of… continue reading »
King of the Impossible
Took advantage of the old HMV “3 DVDs for 30 Euro” offer on Saturday to pick up a few choice items that had been missing from my collection till now. Item 1 was John Carpenter’s Escape From New York: Special… continue reading »
Rock the Vote
News reaches us that fustar.info has been ‘long listed’ in 2 categories for the upcoming
We Know When We’ve Been Tango’d
‘Guest Post’ by Copernicus Fústar.org was lately memed by freestater who closed his eyes as tight as tight could be, clicked the heels of his dainty red slippers and wished with all his might for a post on why the… continue reading »
