the love book app

'From William Shakespeare to J.K. Rowling, Alfred Lord Tennyson to Zelda Fitzgerald, here is love in all its many glorious and unpredictable forms. Whether passionate or platonic, parental or full of pain, tragic or funny, thwarted or blossoming, The Love Book app is for all those who have ever experienced love for another human being.

Featuring readings by Gina Bellman, Helena Bonham Carter, Tom Hiddleston, Damian Lewis and Helen McCrory of great literature, both familiar and lesser-known, the app allows users to make and share recordings of their favourite works – a truly interactive reading experience.

And to make sure we spread the love to those less fortunate than us, 10% of all sales will go to the charity Save the Children, who help and support families all over the world.

The Love Book app will be available on October 3rd 2013, National Poetry Day, £1.99/$2.99.'


Excuse me but i'm drooling.


if thou must love me


'If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way
Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

If thou must love me... (Sonnet 14)


Anna Karenina, Crime and Punishment, The Idiot

first world problems

I need these Edward Gorey mugs but the shipping is obscene.



Dexterous, i think i'm gonna have to send you some more giant pixie sticks for this.


I want Vin Diesel to tell me bedtime stories.

penny dreadful

Pajiba always knows about great looking shows before i do.
It being their job and all.
You can see the full list here but these are a few of the trailers that have got me in a nerdy fizz.
(some were left out because i posted them at some earlier point on ye old blog)


"I died. I’m dead. I have to watch this."

Pajiba's words, not mine.
But i am also dead.
Very, very dead.

Lizzy Caplin, i want to have your babies.
For fellow Uk inhabiters, Masters of Sex starts on the 8th of October, Channel 4, 9pm.
Let the baby-making commence.

If you can excuse the presence of Sean Astin's enormous ego and listen out for the fact that they are starting filming of The Strain this Autumn!
Then watch away.
Look Ma, Sean Bean's got his own show!
Surely they can't kill him in this one, right?
Poor Sean Bean.
(pronounced Sean Bon in my household, purely because we love the Northern rogue and to mock is to show our love)
And hey, there's Utkarsh Ambudkar!
aka. Mindy Lahiri's little brother, Rishi.
It took me a while but i am embarrassingly in love with The Mindy Project.

Ps. They're making a tv show of The Leftovers which i just read and spent the whole time thinking it would make a great show. Not a film. A show. I'm a frickin' tv oracle.
Also! There's a Fargo series in the works.


And then there's the music.

hair lockets

So creepy.
So damn loveable.


I'm one of those individuals who is completely unspoiled when it comes to the entire American Horror Story series.
Not an iota of footage has passed before my eyes and into my TV hungry brain.
Purposefully so.
I wish to be like Bambi when i watch my first episode of AHS.
And to come away just as scarred as the little orphan deer at the closing credits.

But series 3 is named Coven.
And you must know by now my love all things supernatural.
So i couldn't help but take a peak at the opening titles for the new series.
I'm totally screwed.
Goodbye bank balance, we've had a nice run but i must slash your papery veins and bleed you of your life so i can watch as much TV as is humanly possible.
Farewell old friend, i'll miss you.
Such a fucking drama queen.


If i could ride a bike with no hands, this is the song i'd want playing while i did it.
Just like that.

wonder boys

'"Finally the door opened. It was a shock to see him shuffling into the room like an ageing prizefighter, limping, beaten, but it was later when the great man squinted into the bitter glow of twilight and muttered simply, 'It means nothing, all of it nothing', that the true shock came. It was then that the boy understood that his hero's true injuries lay hidden in a darker place, his heart. His heart once capable of inspiring others so completely, could no longer inspire so much as itself. It beat now only out of habit, it beat now only because it could."'

Wonder Boys has always felt like the favourite book i've never read.

Ps. Whilst looking for an image, i came across a tumblr called 'Fuck yes, Robert Downey Jr's tummy!'...Oh, internet.

walter looss jr

Riverfront Stadium, Cincinnati 1976



'The project Unsettled focuses in a metaphoric way on the worldwide phenomenon of industrial expansions and its consequences, shown in the study of the Belgian village Doel and the surrounding polder area. The place is threatened by vast expansions of the port of Antwerp and related nature compensation plans, which installs an artificial contrast between nature and culture.'

sesame street

I have no words.
Only delighted and faintly creepy bursts of laughter.

little favour

joanna gruesome

Stealing tunes from Domatron.
Cause he's better at this than me.


'For two months the unfinished structure had stood in the snow like a grey skeleton, just as it had been left. And now the 104th had arrived. What was it that kept their spirits up? Empty bellies, fastened tight with belts of rope! A splitting frost! Not a warm corner, not a spark of fire! But the 104th had arrived – and life had come back to the building.'

One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
(Page 61)

This is a disturbing book.
And not because it's a story of war.
But because it's the story of a quotidian man and his mundane fight to survive.
There are no bombs in this story.
No trenches.
No mention of the monsters that lead men into these inexplicable battles.
There is death.
But the kind that occurs over time inside a cell.
For no other reason than wearing an extra layer of clothing or walking alone within the prison camps.

'The horrors of war', they say.
These are the quiet horrors of men who were given no choice.

This is a disturbing book.


hold on

he didn't take the time to lie

get gone

you're not the one


New EP, 'Rapor'
Out October 22nd

into the woods

Okay, i was psyched before.
But now i'm super-slapyouinthefaceandrunawaysinginghihoit'sofftoworkwego-psyched!

There's a fair chance i may need to take a time out...

royal planes

If M.I.A. and Lorde had a bastard lovechild.
And let you download the sex tape for free.
And you would.
And i did.

hocus pocus

xxx 88

dumb numbers

This band contains members of Dinosaur Jr and Best Coast.

fade away

Best Coast are releasing a new EP!
21st of October.
Get it bought.

a way to remember


Ever since *N Sync.
I could probably still sing Tearin' Up My Heart word for word if i wanted to.
And i do want to.
I'm singing it right now...

"It's tearin' up my heart when I'm with you
But when we are apart, I feel it too
And no matter what I do, I feel the pain
with or without you..."

There may be some dancing in my seat also...


Black Orchid

'I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.'

The Lake Isle of Innisfree


The Secret of Fire Was Water

the fallen

The Fallen 9000

"On the 21st September 2013 it is International Peace Day. We are making an event called ‘The Fallen’ on the D-Day landing beach of Arromanches in northern France that illustrates what happens with the absence of peace. It was on the 6th June 1944 that a total of 9,000 civilians, German forces and Allies lost their lives.

Our challenge is to represent those lives lost between the times of the tide with a stark visual representation using stencilled sand drawings of people on the beach. Each silhouette represents a life and when it is washed away its loss. There is no distinction between nationalities, they will only be known as ‘The Fallen’."


This gets so Eternal Sunshine sometimes it's scary.


frank cauldhame

The last image sums up Iain Banks' The Wasp Factory for me.
One of the most disturbing and arresting books i've had the good fortune to read.

I stink of garlic and it's making me feel nauseous. 



KiD WISE's new EP is out at the end of the month.


What's with Sesame Street trying to give the female population collective heart palpitations all of a sudden?
Not cool, Elmo.
Not cool at all.
What am i saying?
Bring on the arrhythmia!
And let the Cavill speak!
I think i'm getting worse.
I'm really sorry.
You should hear what i say outside of this blog.
Or not.
Lets go with not.


I wonder what it's like.
To have syrup in your bones.

Song: Ants by edIT
Available through Planet MuiTunes, SoundCloud and good old Spotify:

the curse

The beautiful and wonderful, Agnes Obel.
5 days 'til the new album.

the quiet after

I follow Hamish Frost on DeviantArt.
He takes painfully cool photographs.
And he makes music like this.

merricat, said connie, would you like a cup of tea?

'My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.'

We Have Always Lived in the Castle
(Page 1)

I hugged this book quite tightly once i was through with it.
I miss it already.
Isn't that strange?

I've been racking my brains for the right words to explain to you what an alluring story Miss Jackson laid out for anyone willing to play. 
But my prosaic tongue cannot do her creeping tale the justice it deserves.
So i'm going to leave you in the sublimely capable hands of Dorothy Parker:

"Shirley Jackson is unparalleled as a leader in the field of beautifully written, quiet, cumulative shudders."

And a pretty good, if quite spoiler heavy, review on

I'm going to expire under a pile of paperbacks.