the baggy trousered misanthropist

missives issued from the lair

I recently wrote a piece for my other love, The Football Ramble, about the minefield that is celebrating a sporting achievement by someone who espouses unconscionable views or, as is more likely these days, inappropriate sexual behaviour. You can read it here, if you care to, but I know many of you instantly drop into …

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Nicki Minaj and Taylor Swift have fallen out on Twitter. I know. I’m bringing it up and even I can’t be arsed with the details of an event with a cultural half-life of twenty-six seconds, but feel free to immerse yourself here. The details aren’t particularly pertinent but I’m sure you’ll know someone you can …

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I’m usually excessively early to parties. It’s because I’m quite socially anxious, and if I arrive before anyone else, I can establish my exits and seating arrangements while simultaneously ensuring I don’t have to walk into a room full of people. I spent much of my youth standing in empty nightclubs for much the same reason.

  The is the most glorious and realistic representation of what it feels like to be a sixteen-year-old girl with friends that I’ve ever seen in a movie. The film is Céline Sciamma’s Girlhood. The actors were cast from street auditions. You need to watch it immediately. If not before.

Tom Hardy has got a hand fork stuck to his face. I realise it’s been an awfully long time since I’ve been to the cinema to see a mainstream action film (yes, I’m a movie snob, but in my defence I have ‘fessed up to that particular corner of wankery in previous posts) and I fully expected to …

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