by Fairy Cake
*Preliminary gush warning* This article is going to be unabashedly fawning over The Scoobies with no shame and lots of frothing. If you are adverse to vampires, gothic horror or bad-taste leather ensembles, look away now.
by Florentine
Those of you who spent Thursday night knee-deep in bar queues wearing questionable fancy dress and too inebriated to see who you were swapping saliva with at the stroke of midnight, may have missed ITV’s latest toe-dip into the land of lesbianism. For this New Year’s Eve saw Joanna Briscoe’s erotic thriller Sleep with Me adapted for the channel by formidable screenwriting talent Andrew Davies, in nothing less than their prime time slot. Yups. Described as an “erotic thriller” in which “Adrian Lester (Hustle) and Jodhi May (Tipping the Velvet) … Continue Reading
As someone who has had her fair share of unsuccessful, unwise, damn right doomed romances I’ve become well accustomed to figuring out when a girl is not really all that keen. And being a generous sort, I thought over the next few months I would share my wisdom in what I can only hope to be insightful, life-affirming articles. Oh yes, bring on the Pulitzer.
I think we can all pretty much agree that nudity can be a very good thing. And while there are probably a lot of things that would be better if done naked – swimming, walking around the house, the dishes – surely there are exceptions to the rule. So, to expand all our minds I have taken the liberty of compiling a list – a list of things that are much better done in their normal, clothing-mandatory ways….
Now, I’ve never actually been on a blind date – there’s just something so nerve-wrecking about presenting yourself to a total stranger and I’m a total wuss – but I can imagine the whole scenario going totally wrong. If you’re brave enough to do it though, kudos to you my friend. Understandably, there are certain dealbreakers for all of us. Not so sure? Here are ten reasons I would call a date a night…. … Continue Reading
by Meringue
Picture the scene: me, aged 17, sat goggle-eyed in front of The Matrix. It would be an understatement to say I had forgotten the concept of breathing and almost weed myself right at the point a larger than life latex-clad Carrie Anne Moss filled the screen pointing a Beretta 84F in my general direction, before quipping her signature line, ‘Dodge this!’ Did I dodge? No, as far as I was concerned I was already blown away!
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