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Era Vulgaris by Queens Of The Stone Age. I reckon Josh Homme is a pretty smart bloke. In music as in other things, dumb isn't much fun...

If this article is to be believed then we may finally be in with a chance of seeing something most people though we would never see: a new ...

Here's an amusing diversion from Theodore Gray's Periodic Table site - make words out of chemical symbols. Proper names are tricky ...

Where Electric Halibut leads, others follow. So when I posted my most recent album reviews , I knew it wouldn't be long before the big w...

Fired with enthusiasm I've added a couple more: Cecil Adams' excellent The Straight Dope , and Barbara and David Mikkelson's exh...

A couple of additions to the links sidebar (on the right) which may be of interest: The Bristol Rugby website . I was sure I had this up the...

It's a triple whammy tonight. World-Cup-winning rugby coach (and far more importantly erstwhile coach of Bristol ) and recent random blo...

Feel free to trawl through all the photographs of our weekend walk round Dursley and Wotton-under-Edge if you like, gawd bless yer, but if ...

Car Wheels On A Gravel Road by Lucinda Williams. Yes, it's an American country album. Run screaming from the room if you wish at this p...

Johann Hari in today's Independent offers a bracing hosing-down with cold water to the retrospective love-in following Norman Mailer...

I was going to tag these ramblings on to bottom of the previous post, but it was getting a bit long, so a separate one is probably called fo...

The Falls by Joyce Carol Oates. It's the morning after Ariah Littrell's wedding night, and she's in the bridal suite of a hotel...

Apparently my blog is too sparklingly erudite and literate to be understood by anyone less educated than a college post-graduate. Click on t...

Siamese Dream by Smashing Pumpkins. Would it surprise you to learn that Sharon Osbourne 's finest moment is not her Botox-ed judgmental...

Has anyone else noticed how ex-England rugby captain, post-World Cup backstabbing sour-grape merchant and non-cocaine-snuffling non-drug-de...

Hazel and I went up to my parents' place for a flying visit at the weekend - one of the few things we did apart from sitting around eati...

Following my as-yet-unsuccessful attempt to secure the release of the classic Channel 4 sketch comedy series Absolutely on DVD, I hereby su...

Richard Dawkins again, making a pretty obvious point (or at least it ought to be), but one that's quite nicely and succinctly nailed in ...

Alternative title: scurrilous sporting paternity allegation of the day. And that allegation is as follows: Andy Caddick is Toby Flood '...

I thought as a tribute to my last book review I'd drift off into a Sebaldian reverie with the help of this postcard which my mother sen...