
a few thoughts on a catch-up binge of Game of Thrones: Season 3
I’m not sure anything — TV show or movie — that’s been based on a book has ever felt more like a book than GoT.

I’m not sure anything — TV show or movie — that’s been based on a book has ever felt more like a book than GoT.

If you could add one thing to Steve’s list that he absolutely must catch up with in order to be considered a with-it 2010s kind of guy, what would it be?
Go start your own damn web site if you want to hurl abuse at people. Don’t even think about doing it here.

These are the wages of procrastination: Season 4 of Game of Thrones starts tomorrow, and I haven’t seen Season 3 yet.

The new glass extension to the old Art Deco BBC London HQ I featured yesterday…

A painfully funny odyssey of personal ineffectualness that is bitterly wonderful in how it revels in the decrepit horror of the everyday world.

A weirdly beautiful film, eerie in its complicated simplicity, and open to seven billion interpretations, all of them valid.

An overwrought pastiche of Hitchcock that makes less sense and renders its protagonist far less plausible the longer it goes on.

The BBC’s Broadcasting House, its London HQ, near Oxford Circus.

The Internet mixes cat videos and supervillains, and the result is glorious.