Little Black Spots: John F.D. Taff
I’m a pig. Give me something I like, such as a crate of lambic beers, and I won’t rise from the chair until I’ve drunk every last one of them. Chuck in a platter...
Tagged: Horror
My issue with horror
Picture the scene: in a North London terraced house, it’s 10.30pm on a Friday night in 1971. In the main bedroom, the patriarch, the bread winner and staunch defender of the Pope, lies snoring....
Wagon Buddy: Steve Stred
The first time I saw The Pop Group, way back in 1978, I was on my way to the bar when they took to the stage. I was intending to sit in there and...
