A mother’s day at the movies

Happy mother’s day to all you lovely ladies – and especially to that particularly lovely lady who’s had the dubious pleasure of getting stuck with me for… erm… let’s just say a few years… Hey, I got ID’d buying wine in the shop the other day so shut your faces. The fact that the shop assistant had to hold my ID right up to his eyeballs to see it doesn’t matter. Any ID check counts when you get to a certain age. Anyway, I digress. Mother’s day, a time to indulge in chocolate and flowers (a trial run for Easter),…

The horrors you feed me

Last week in the dust lounge, I asked you to wine and dine me with your horror suggestions. I wanted to stuff my face with the best horror films and books you could cook up. I wanted to gorge myself until the sweat poured from my eyebags and my stomach stretched around a stinking beast roiling inside it. And, fiends, you did not disappoint. Most of the suggestions came through on the pulsing veins of the social networks, so for those of you not tuned into them, I hereby serve you up a veritable feast of some of the horror…