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WE HERE at Planet Mut (and by “we” I mean “me”) aren’t averse to leaping on bandwagons when the chance of an easy update presents itself. So as it’s Halloween, here’s the Planet Mut guide to my favourite horror movies — in no particular order:
1. John Carpenter’s The Thing
When I was a young Mut, back in the days of the early 80s, one of my cousins — who shall remain nameless — occasionally got hold of pirate videos. One of these was a double-bill of Tron and The Thing. Left alone one day, I was told to watch Tron as much as I […]
ALTHOUGH it’s only a couple of miles from our place on Studebaker Road (or as Emily the GPS unit likes to call it, “Studd-eh-bakker”), we’ve never been to the Fantastic Cafe before. We’ve seen it a few times when popping into the 7-Eleven opposite but it wasn’t until an emergency coffee stop last week that we made a decision to give it a go.
It’s pretty basic inside but the menu is extensive and reasonably priced. There’s no waitress service; you just order at the counter, take your number and go find somewhere to sit. After having a look at what’s on […]
TRON was another one of those early-80s movies my dad took me to. Along with Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Condorman*, The Black Hole and others, I was as confused as hell as to what was actually going on, but hey — lightcycles!
As much as it kills me I have to give credit to Disney for putting up the cash to make Tron, especially after their debut sci-fi movie The Black Hole did so crappily in 1979. The whole story of how Tron came to be, from the first sketches of the Tron character, […]
BABY Siân turns two today. Happy birthday little […]
I SAW Back To The Future in the cinema at Builth Wells when it was released in 1985. I was 13. Thirteen! And it was probably the coolest movie I’d ever seen at that time. The DeLorean, the California setting, Doc Brown’s inventions, the fact Marty McFly had a phone in his bedroom — all of it was just fantastic. But I was puzzled by the whole high-school dance thing. They have those in America?
So after seeing it again this afternoon with Shelly, Duane and Jarrod on its 25th anniversary re-release (and getting a free movie poster to boot) I realised […]
October 21st, 2010 | Category: Sian Rose, Video |
AS USUAL, many thanks to: mum and dad for putting me up; Lou for picking me up; Flynn and Becky for the choccies and company; James and Helen for the coffee and meals; Sarah for driving all the way from Brighton to see me, the Talijam, the cider festival and fire show; Blunty for Dyffryn Gardens, Y Billy Wint and coming to the fire show; Nikki for the runner bean chutney and lavender owl; the Yak and Yeti in Ross for taking my credit card so Sarah didn’t have to pay for two meals; the fellow photographers at Newent Bird of […]
I MADE it back OK only to discover one of the bottles of cider I’d bought had smashed in the suitcase, wrecking four of my new books and leaving my clothes smelling like they’ve spent a year in a barrel at Broome Farm. […]
THE hire car’s been dropped off, the last pressies have been bought (Yorkshire pudding batter, Double Decker bars, calendars, another book for me, another toy Mini for Siân) and I’ve even managed to pack everything into one case. It weighed about three tons, so after much mucking about I’m taking both cases back. Sorry, Ev.
My camera gear’s stowed and my satchel is packed. I’m taking the testicle-crushingly good 102 Minutes: The Untold Story of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers along with Moab Is My Washcloth (recommended to me by Sarah, so it had better be bloody good) to […]
DEAR BT INTERNET:
You suck balls. Big hairy sweaty ones. If there were a pair of greasy unwashed nads in your vicinity, you’d be sucking on them. Your enthusiasm for imbibing gonads is beaten only by your abject shittiness.
Now, BT Internet, you might be wondering what’s brought on this open letter. Well I’ll tell you. I’m trying to verify my dad’s email address because for some unknown and doubtless stupid reason he has to do that before he can send/receive emails. Why does he have to do this? Because you, in your ball-paratrophically piss-poor way, have determined that this is the only […]
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