Michael Brown

Mint choc chip grabs me right away, but that Black Raspberry has got me rubbing my chin in serious contemplation.

Spectacularly promising combination of subject and talent all round there, I think.

Exceptional individual, Carrie Fisher. Talented and remarkable in many different directions, and I always wildly appreciate people who, for the right reasons, refuse to take any crap.

Read The Sphinx in 1982. Was okay. Read the Coupland 10 years ago, was very good.

Clay Higgins is going to be the human embodiment of "sore thumb sticking out" for quite some time.

It's highly likely that anybody sane was not adversely affected by it.

A hearty welcome back!

Agreed. I live way outside London and those comments are bollocks.

She continues to add to her legacy of awfulness, and this is a particularly pungent example.

Extremely strong way to make a very vital point.

This is a rare moment of clarity for me. I think I know what your third guess was.

At least they kept that number within the limits of temporal reality. Would have been no surprise at all to hear them go for 25 or 26 hours.

The town I grew up in, but never seen like that before. Intriguing.

Speaking as a joyful follower, let's say he'd be remiss not to.

Not just a hoax, she says, "truly" a hoax, which is weird coming from her habitually fibbing face.

Nails it perfectly. He is as much a robot as his supposed Optimus.

I am living in the wrong town (though perhaps my wallet is relieved). 😀

Art teacher or not, it's fantastic.

That is so very much how it goes. And appropriately so.

There's a lot of it, that's for sure, and it's never dull. Overall, well worth watching and the sort of role Mia Goth, who always brings her own fascinating atmosphere, is very good at.

Dear God, no. Sprouts on the moon and never any closer to me than that.

A machine, it appears, that needs winding up regularly or preferably stuck in a cupboard.

Terrific in Carnevale too, but I'll always love her for Field of Dreams, in which she has at the end the line which for me in a way sums up the film, about how nice it is to meet Ray's father. Gets me every time.

What the actual? Ross Asshat should be that writer's name.

Well said.

T'Pau, Kapow!

Last line guess for me too today. There was some gnashing of teeth involved.

They're just such a load of foul shits, aren't they. Just stinking tools.

Lovely place. Went 21 years ago, and my head came back absolutely bulging with history and things seen.

Lumme. Haven't heard that in a while. Cracking tune.