Kristoffer Borgli’s new joint starts an important, interesting conversation – then cops out for the LOLs.

On the underwhelming Marty Supreme, the One Battle controversy, and Nouvelle Vague.

Rallying cry for a beleaguered establishment.

Industry’s 4th season has been a questionable rollercoaster. It’s 6th episode was peak HBO.

A Tale of Two Halves, the Solanke Scorpion kick, and momentum towards (sigh, yes, damn) Wrigley Field.

Another poem.

A return to London, a visit to the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium, and other revelatory behaviour.

A poem.

The Colts defeat the Falcons in Berlin, even though Drake London catches damn near everything.

Ladies and gentlemen, goyles and ghouls: Geese — the best fucking rock band in the world.

The Giants are finally fun again, LFG Zohran Mamdani, and other stories.

Paul Thomas Anderson, for sure now, is the pre-eminent director of our times.

Visits to Yankee Stadium, at last, and Citi Field.

Seeking deliverance, for a friend, before it's too late.

On the eve of Tottenham Hotspur Vs Manchester United, somewhere in Bilbao.

To the colleague in the unfortunate position of rather disliking Wes Anderson.

I love the Cubbies. I kinda disliked ‘Sinners’. Everybody adores me in pubs. And other daydreams.

Maybe it’s time to end the age of the anti-hero.

I think I fell in love with Newcastle United … in Frankfurt.

Brady Corbet’s monster of a film ends up eating itself alive.