Back when I was a passionate twiddler of joysticks (and joypads), a well-known "rule" stated that video games based on movies were invariably crap. The truth of this assertion was established early in …

9.00 - Hup! Hup! Quiet down now.

Welcome dear friends, lads and lassies, boys and girls, mices and meeses, to the first ever fustar.info Manky Toy Show. We have a great live program (un)prepared for …

Crack out the modestly-priced sparkling wine. Rip open a fun-sized bag of Malteesers.

Despite the best efforts of the joyless despots at a certain sinister Mega-global-corp, my blogging days are not quite over. Fustar.org (a cosy enough home for over 2 …

The lovely Fergal Crehan of Tuppenceworth has just outed himself as a (relatively) proud non-watcher of television. His stirring words have roused me from my blogging slumber and reminded me that there are more things …

Many longish years ago, when I was but a young fella, I had (like many children) a number of persistent fears. The most dominant of these concerned, a) My parents untimely death, and, b) The catastrophic …

I happily, and freely, admit to being a frequent experiencer of (what I like to call) "Book Horn" - that delicious frisson of joy and expectation felt upon encountering a book that seems to have been …

Things may appear to have been fairly quite around here of late, but I haven't been totally unproductive. Like a beaver on crack I have been…er…beavering away on another project and now, finally, it can …

Back in our conker-playing, football sticker-collecting days, my primary schoolmates and I were in clear and enthusiastic agreement as to the funniest thing ever dreamed up by humankind: The campfire farting scene in Blazing Saddles. It had no serious …