Before the NES, the SNES, the N64, the…well you can see the pattern – there was, in the old family homestead, the Amstrad CPC 464 (affectionately known as the Arnold). Though I'd previously played …

On my way into work this morning, as I tried to shake off the dull lethargy that frequently grips me in the hours before noon, I saw a giant version of this on the back of a bus:…

Firemen are, as we all know, potent, smoke-stained icons of manliness. Anyone who's ever called them out to tackle a chip pan fire, or to get a wayward cat out of a tree, will recognise that they generally look …

With the sad passing of Euro 2008 (and the resultant football famine) some of you may have slipped (wailing and gnashing your teeth) into a slough of despond. If so, then dry your eyes …

Tomorrow (for those of you not paying attention…tsk) sees the start of Euro 2008. What this means in blogging terms is that fustar.info's central hub (the thing you're currently staring at) will probably suffer a period of relative …

"Oh that Aleister Crowley", my (fictional) grand-aunt usedn't to say, "He was an awful man entirely!"

"Wicked, he was", she usedn't go on, "Pure wicked. The baldy head on him and the bulging eyes. He'd …

One of the most enjoyable (if exhausting) blogging side projects I've taken on since this site's inception was the alliterative World of World Cup Wonders - a solid month of daily thoughts and reflections on …

Session number seven of our spooky story club sees us bid adieu to devilish monkeys and whisper a panicked hello to the awesome spirits of nature.

Leading us on this (not so) merry dance will …