For the eight session of our Dreadful Thoughts story club we're heading way back to the Villa Diodati - summer residence of Byron & Co. and scene of a spooky story competition …

This just in. Thanks to one of the many trans-dimensional portals opened by the CERN experiment I've managed to lock my homemade tractor beam onto something previously thought lost and irretrievably wrecked - the USS Dreadful Thoughts. Since it's …

There's something vaguely touching and poignant about mysteries that have (due to the whims of fashion) passed out of mainstream popular consciousness. Where once they might have been given high billing on Arthur C. …

As stated in my last post, we recently returned from an extended-family holiday in Connemara where, for much of the time, the wind howled deafeningly and the rain fell in buckets poured by a wrathful …

After almost a full month away from the keyboard (a month partially spent hunting lake monsters, and getting very wet, in Connemara), I return to bloggerly duties clutching a Waterford Crystal-esque award to my bosom.

Many thanks to …

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 …

I believe that everyone who sets about writing in earnest does his work, as a friend of mine phrased it, on something - tea, or coffee, or tobacco."Green Tea" in The Wordsworth Collection of Irish Ghost …

[Being the second, and final, part of the "I was home sick so I watched the Planet of the Apes Box-set" reflections]

Given that Star Trek films tend to range from the awful (…