The days when DJs risked neck and shoulder injuries hauling stacks of vinyl to and from clubs may be long gone—with laptops loaded with mp3s and vinyl emulation software such as Serato having replaced the record bag—but a strong affection for those 12-inch black discs still exists among a sizeable number of the DJ and music collecting fraternity.
The comedy of manners that is Breathless becomes more of a tragedy this week, as events cause everyone’s mask to slip, even that of top man Mr Powell (Jack Davenport).
In this week’s episode, the Grim Reaper takes a back seat to allow the conflicts between our band of not-so-merry survivors to take centre stage.
This penultimate episode of Downton Abbey’s fourth series is packed full of the tangled, complex social and emotional troubles we’ve come to expect. Unlike some of the instalments halfway through this series, almost everyone is in some state of turmoil this week, and the nation’s favourite period drama looks set to deliver a superb, tearjerker finale, if this is anything to go by.
Keith Houston takes on typographical oddities such as the octothorpe (hashtag to you) and Eric Gill, while Eric Gill takes on, well, pretty much everything, online retail and the Daily Mail included.
We have seen the ugly side of the British Empire with last week’s bent copper and the opium dens of the East End. This week it was the Victorian obsession with the freakish.
Sometimes it’s hard to be an author – especially when you feel like you’ve written a really brilliant story and no-one seems to want to know. To those outside the industry, a publishing house can seem like an impenetrable fortress full of hidden trapdoors and brimming cauldrons waiting to pour boiling oil all over your ego.
‘S’ is a dizzying puzzle-book, a monstrous meta-fictional conceit that, at best, will keep the internet forums detailing its secrets for years, at worst will have you bowing down before its undeniably wonderful design.
‘Let’s just watch the trailer first.’ Oh, those words, harbingers of doom. At least in my case. Chronically indecisive, my personal best for time taken to choose a movie would surely make the Guinness Book of Records.
Without a doubt one of my favourite DJs and producers over the last year or so has been Djebali. The Frenchman not only produces house music that has a real high quality to it, unassuming yet perfect for dancefloors. I caught up with him recently just as his season in Ibiza was coming to an end.
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