Category archives: Books
Dreadful Thoughts: The Pattern is Torturing
Now that we’re knee-deep in winter – that “direful monster” who withers all in silence, freezes up frail life and snot-encrusts the populace – it might be uplifting to turn our thoughts to warm & fuzzy things. Like death, horror,… continue reading »
On the Reading of Very Bad Books (or, “Please put down that thesaurus, Mr. Torro”)
I’m rarely happier, rarely more blissfully content, rarely more the spitting image of a gurning pig in the gooiest shit, than when watching a “bad” film. I don’t, of course, mean bad “bad” films. You know the ones. Mainstream, bombastic,… continue reading »
Your House is on Fire and your Children all Gone
In those dark days before the internet became ubiquitous – when only the mightiest sultans, emperors and corporate zillionaires had ready access to WebCrawler and Infoseek – finding out stuff was an onerous task. If the information wasn’t located in… continue reading »
Falling Eggs and Hickety Pickety’s Sad Lonely Life on the Game
A short-ish while ago I bought (against my better judgement) a copy of Albert Jack’s Pop Goes the Weasel: The Secret Meanings of Nursery Rhymes. “Hey!”, I thought, “I love Nursery Rhymes!”. “This attractive pocket-sized volume is just for me”.… continue reading »
Hot Doggerel: An Address to Shakespeare
[Today's unlovely slice of hot doggerel is served up (stinking & steaming) by guest-poster, Tuppenceworth stalwart, and occasional fustar.info football correspondent - Fergal Crehan. Take 'er away, FC.] It is generally the case in writing that if you don’t attempt… continue reading »
Hot Doggerel: Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weighing over 7,000 Pounds
The interweb may often be an ugly, querulous and hate-filled place, but one of its undeniable beauties is this. No matter how outré or perverse your particular enthusiasms are, you’re always only a click or two away from (virtually) rubbing… continue reading »
Hot Doggerel: The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God
Like most (unintentionally) “bad art” (define those words how you will) – bad verse pulls its audience in at least two directions. With one tug it produces giddy thrills – leading readers down a colourful, rubbish-strewn path to hilarity. With… continue reading »
Dreadful Thoughts: The Abysmally Unexpected & Grotesquely Unbelievable
January – as the fella said – is a gelid month. A hiemal, brumal, dismal and tenebrous month. A month when the dankest and most abysmal recesses of the human mind kick into hideous half-life. Spewing forth noxious brain-fumes and… continue reading »
