A Wanker’s Literary Reaction: The Last Jedi trailer
AW FUCK AW SHIT EVERYONE STAY COOL THE LAST JEDI TRAILER IS HERE NO-ONE PANIC ALRIGHT WE’VE GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL OH SHIT I THINK I’M ABOUT TO DIE BY PUMPED
Ahem. Moving on.
AW FUCK AW SHIT EVERYONE STAY COOL THE LAST JEDI TRAILER IS HERE NO-ONE PANIC ALRIGHT WE’VE GOT THIS UNDER CONTROL OH SHIT I THINK I’M ABOUT TO DIE BY PUMPED
Ahem. Moving on.
Hello, horror fans, and let me usher you into my house and cackle deeply for effect and then we can all sit about and talk about how bloody great Stephen King is. I’ve been a fan of his work for years and years, and may or may not have Derry fan art up in my house right now.

Great wee blog with a weekly run-down of what’s actually interesting in the world of football!
This week Arsene Wenger lost the plot!
He swears his shove on Fourth Official, Anthony Taylor, was merely a demonstration of a lifesaving technique should an oncoming lorry burst through the tunnel. I joke of course, poor Arsene was seriously disturbed by the strange things going on at the Emirates that day. The Gunners 2-1 win over struggling Burnley was anything but normal. Arsenal went into the lead at the beginning of the second half through a Shkodran Mustafi goal, only to play the final 25 minutes with 10-men after the sending off of Granit, “oh shiny red card”, Xhaka (he will now miss the next 4 games). Burley were awarded a penalty which was converted by Andre Grey in extra time levelling the scoring. An enraged Arsene had a run in with the fourth official and was sent to the stands – only he refused to go. The Frenchman…
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Ah, M. Night Shayamalan. I know a lot of people have mixed feelings towards the director whose name is synonymous with “twist ending that makes you slap your forehead in annoyance that you didn’t get it in the first place and/or because it’s totally shit”, but I really don’t- I really like him. Well, I’m not defending The Last Airbender or The Happening, but I have a serious soft spot for even some of his more maligned movies like Lady in the Water and The Village. Hell, I even liked his last movie, The Visit, a very competent found-footage horror that was actually-whisper it- scary. Not to mention, of course, the handful of bonafide brilliant movies he has under his belt- The Sixth Sense (obviously), Unbreakable, and Signs. He’s a director I’m always interested in, because he seems to operate slightly outside the Hollywood standard, for better or for worse.

Well, talk about your game of two halves.
I still think Vikings is a great show. It’s just that it’s doing some major restructuring in the final quarter of this season, and sometimes I can see the dust and debris strewn about a little too obviously, you know?

Right. Okay. One last time. Let’s do this thing!
We don’t know whether or not The Final Problem will be the, uh, final problem, but the season four closer really felt like an ending. And if it was, Sherlock died (mostly) as it lived- pretentious, overblown, and, despite it all, a little bit compelling.

About a year and a half ago, I wrote an article about body image-my relationship with my body, feminism, and the value we place on the way we look. I was really proud of that article, and the responses I got from so many people-many of whom confirmed that they had or did feel the same way I did- made me realize that body image issues plague pretty much everyone, even though they often manifest themselves in completely different ways.
And, eighteen months later, my attitude towards my body has changed hugely. I’d be an idiot to say that all my issues surrounding the way I look were done with- I don’t think they ever really will be, honestly. But things have improved in leaps and bounds since then, and I think that’s worth talking about.
Yes, I’m back-considering last week’s review constituted me reviewing a third of the entire series, I figured that I might as well swing back into action and take a look at the rest of this season of Sherlock, too. So, without further ado, let’s take a look at this week’s outing, The Lying Detective.

This year is already being written into the history books as one where we lost more greats than we can count; David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Victoria Wood, amongst many, many others who meant a great deal to a huge number of people. And, of course, there is a sadness that comes with the passing of anyone, especially people who came to hold this sacred place of respect and admiration and joy in the minds of so many of us. But when the news came through an hour or so ago that Carrie Fisher had passed away at sixty, for the first time this year, I felt it; I remembered that feeling, the one that comes when you lose someone who you’ve never met but has meant an almost absurd amount to you over the course of your life.
An episode of Doctor Who in which no-one mentioned Clara: truly, it’s a Christmas miracle.
Nah, but seriously though: happy holidays one and all, and I hope you spent Christmas in the traditional haze of drunken, overfull perma-lounging. And, of course, with Christmas comes the Doctor Who Christmas special.
