I had heard of this place for many years. Whispers on the wind. Hushed voices in dark places. Softly spoken legends. Muttered myth. Once, a long time ago, I visited the small coastal village of West Wemyss. After concluding some personal business involving the report of a giant herring which had been terrorizing the local…

A universally shared experience is not always universally shared. Sometimes you can completely fail to describe something because there is no common place for two minds to meet. Sometimes you just can’t describe a turd as a turd. There’s even more trouble is the person in question has never seen an abandoned Mars Bar floating…

Snow can be heartless.

Should turtles be the definitive yardstick of beauty? I think so.

Back in the good old days when footy was good.

A word in your shell-like mate.

Are you a C.U.N.T.? No? Would you like to be one?

The argument against monkey butlers.

Which is better? Our exhaustive review decides once and for all.

One day they’ll bring the Maverick bar back and on that day……