Ah, yes, although myself & Mrs Zero were house hunting in N Devon, I still managed to get into a few charity shops on the sly. I found a great stash of New English Library pulps in Westward Ho!

Incidentally we found somwhere to live inbetween my bookshop foraging.

Well, now, I'm off to North Devon in the morning to find a place to live as we've got exactly 11 days to get the hell out of here. No pressure, but I won't be posting for a few days, so here's a Hasselhoff beermat as acquired from Cloud 23 in Manchester.
For those of you in the London vicinity I shall be having a birthday beverage on Wed 29th Nov, so keep it free.

Holy Shit, what was all that about? I simply tried to log in & all of a sudden I was being Googled up the ass.
Anyway, just been drinking heavily with Niowulf and we came 3rd in some kind of Uber-Difficult pub quiz.
I think it helped that Niowulf knew that the mast at the back of a ship is called a mizzzzenenen.
Cool.

Guy N Smith

Ah, new scanner.

Bat Bear

The X Factor

Well, it just goes to show, being wheelchair bound or having a dead mum will only get you so far.

As a follow up to the legendary Kidshirt's recent post regarding my long lost band The Amazing Cattle, I'd just like to reiterate that if anyone out there is crazy/deranged/lonely enough to want one or both of these albums, they are available from me at £6.00 for one or £10.00 for both, plus £1.50 p&p either way.
Just leave a comment and I can give you my Paypal or postal address.
Hold My Hand Grenade has 15 tracks.
Perfume River has 12 tracks.
Now I'm gonna sit back and watch the comments flood right on in.

Humanoids From The Deep (aka Monster) (1980 / 1996).

The House That Dripped Blood (1970).

Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter (1974).

Got 20 minutes or so to kill before I go to the pub, so here's three more Horror puzzlers for you to mull over if there's nothing on the telly. Believe me, there's nothing on the telly. My close friend Christopher Lee might be in one of them.

Cool As Fuck

So, anyway, I met Christopher Lee yesterday at work..and he sang to me. He sang to me. Fucking Hell.

I got an ace book through the post today, but my scanner's fucked so here's a picture of Yvonne Craig.

Well, now. Read what you want into this.

Postcard From The Edge

Blimey, haven't had a postcard for absolutely ages. This is from my good buddy Toby, who recently moved to somewhere called Australia. On the back he's just written; 'Fuck These Flip-Flop Wearing Cunts.'
God Bless, Tobes.

Top Ten Halloween Horror Blood-Fest

Phantasm (1979).

Night Of The Lepus (1972).

Night Of The Living Dead (1968).


Zoltan: Hound Of Dracula (1978).

The Blob (1988).

Race With The Devil (1975).

Jeepers Creepers 2 (2003).

Freaks (1932).

An American Werewolf In London (1982).

Eight Legged Freaks (2002).

Not necessarily my favourites, just ten good ol' horror films that sprang to mind, what with Halloween just around the corner. Tell me all ten and win a vintage tin of Homebase matt chrome paint.

Gratuitous Fluff

Probably going to do some kind of Halloween Top Ten towards the end of the week, although I do have a couple of Drinking engagements to get through first.

You Can Never Have Too Much Moorcock

Got the first Corum trilogy down in Brighton too, all with the classic Bob Habberfield covers. They're just ace. Started reading the first one today..ahh it takes me back. All that face-hacking and spears in throats, it's just kharma.

Nice Find

Found this in a charity shop in Brighton yesterday. God, I love Zip Nolan and The Spider. I think Kidshirt posted this not so long ago, but what the hey, it's worth a second look. some other pretty cool finds to post soon.
PS I won the Top Ten, so there.

The Metal Men

Top Ten Actors Who Should Be More Famous Than They Are

For some reason the text at the bottom won't appear, but basically all these actors should be fucking global household names, but they're not. Tell me their names and win a bottle of Hi Karate.

Bruce Campbell (Evil Dead x 3 / Spiderman x 2 / Xena: Warrior Princess).

Adam Baldwin (Cohen & Tate / Firefly / Independence Day / Serenity).

Michael Ironside (V / Total Recall / Scanners / Spacehunter: Adventures In The Forbidden Zone).

Veronica Cartwright (Alien / Invasion Of The Body Snatchers / The Birds).

Scott Glenn (Silverado / Backdraft / Vertical Limit / Silence Of The Lambs).

Sheryl Lee (Vampires / Twin Peaks / Backbeat).

Robert Patrick (Terminator 2 / Fuck Knows / Copland / The X Files).

Alexis Denisof (Buffy The Vampire Slayer / Angel).

Powers Boothe (Southern Comfort / Extreme Prejudice / Red Dawn / Tombstone).


Gina Gershon ( Showgirls / Face/Off / Bound).

Friday Night TV

Just a note that Sci Fi is showing V - The Series and Logan's Run from 8.00pm on fridays. Ah, worship the channel that's given up buying crap new stuff and has returned to the cheap, retro place where it belongs.

Slither

Watched Slither last night - a truly funny/gruesome B-Movie. A kind of cross between Squirm and Dawn Of The Dead. Check it out, it's ace.

So, anyway, I just got in, and I'm so proud of myself for not getting one of those poisonous burgers by the tube on the way home, but I actually went back fucking out and got one. Oh, well, what you gonna do?
Been drinking to filthy levels with The Webster. Turns out he's moving to Bristol next thursday. Good on him. What could possibly go wrong with that descision?

Valley Of The Gwangi

Finally got hold of the Ray Harryhausen classic cowboys vs. dinosaurs movie. Ah, I think that's this afternoon sorted out. Also got hold of The Doll Squad, the cover of which is too crap to post, Ted V Mikel's 70's fluff fest that inspired Charlie's Angels. In fact Mikel apparently sued Aaron Spelling for ripping him off.

I Thought I Was Dead But I Was Just In Manchester

Well, I survived Manchester, though only just. I was working overnight mostly, which meant I had most of the day to wander around. Man, that is one Shite city centre. If you don't fancy a Subway, then you basically can't eat..and there's absolutely no fucking charity shops. Unless you think of the whole place as one giant charity shop.
I did find a handful of secondhand bookshops, but they were so expensive I didn't really buy anything. They were more expensive than London West End book shops. I actually laughed out loud in one of them. Jesus, no wonder the place got Blowed Up.
On top of that, after the launch night the Exec Producer took me and a few others to a place called The Press Club where we started drinking at 5am. Now, I don't consider myself a snob, but this place was rank. As we walked to the bar our feet stuck to the carpet like glue. The DJ was on the stage actually singing along to what he was playing. Small, 50+ year-old moustached men in vests growled at us for interupting their attempts to cop off with similar aged female things as we walked by. It was a war crime of a place.
When we first went in the bouncer told us 'no mobile phone photographs'. Oh no! I mean what the fuck are you going to photograph? A murder? A gang rape? The DJ singing along with his music?
Still, a drink is hard to come by at that time in the morning and we went there every morning after coming off air. One does what one must.
My hotel room did have a picture of Lee Van Cleef on the wall.

PS Many thanks to Pulpmania / Hot Cherry for getting in touch. Note to self: Don't Post Drunk.