Ever since Theresa Giudice shook a table threateningly at Danielle Staub during lunch, the Real Housewives franchise has unleashed some of the most remarkably insane television - and I've loved every second of it. But some scenes have impacted harder, burrowed deeper, than others. In celebration of one of my favourite TV product, here are… Continue reading My Favourite Insane ‘Real Housewives’ Moments Ever!
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Jawbreaker: An Apology
This is an apology. Specifically, an apology to Jawbreaker, the movie I dismissed back in 1999 as a Heathers rip-off. I did. I watched Jawbreaker, and then I dismissed it. And now I'm apologising. I'm apologising to Darren Stein. I'm apologising to Rose McGowan. I'm also apologising to Julie Benz, Rebecca Gayheart, and Judy Greer.… Continue reading Jawbreaker: An Apology
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Book Week Scotland 2018
Book Week Scotland is to authors what Christmas is to Santa Claus. We love it. If we're lucky, we get work during this week in November. For Book Week Scotland 2018 I ended up in Grangemouth Library, which isn't too far away from me - except the bus made it feel like a far-flung world.… Continue reading Book Week Scotland 2018
Riot Grrrls. Diet Grrrls. Who Really Gives A F**k?
It started with Shampoo, a band whose bratty attitude and shouty vocals made me want to stay out too late and hitch a lift home on a milk truck. Except the local dairy farm went bankrupt and I wasn't allowed out too late in case I accidentally walked into a fight between The Greenfaulds Stab… Continue reading Riot Grrrls. Diet Grrrls. Who Really Gives A F**k?
The Shirley Jackson Fan Club (Sign Me Up!)
Some books fade fast, their effect fleeting. Other books remain, powerful and potent. Shirley Jackson wrote those sorts of books. They haunt the reader for a long time after the last page. I've long been a fan of Shirley Jackson; well, that's not quite accurate. I was a fan of The Haunting of Hill House,… Continue reading The Shirley Jackson Fan Club (Sign Me Up!)
Divine, Kurt, and Ricki Walk Into A Bar…
Divine, a larger than life drag queen, was more bombed blondshell than blond bombshell. But it didn't matter to me. From the moment I saw her during a late-night broadcast of Female Trouble, I knew she was something different. I mean, we all knew. You couldn't deny the punk weirdness of a fat drag… Continue reading Divine, Kurt, and Ricki Walk Into A Bar…
