Go read the following things, all of which seem to hinge upon a certain dialectic of grimness and escape in dear old blighty: IT has a brilliant photo-essay on the aforementioned journey through the ruins - the eventual purpose of this trip will be explained presently.
The Impostume staking its claim as Maze Hill's answer to David Thomson, with an excellent discussion of Sexy Beast. Someone give the man a contract for a book extending his British film posts.
End Times on Roxy and a (sartorial) nation of no imagination, with a response from Ms Hennings;
And a rare but welcome K-Punk post, this time on the class conflicts necessitated by middle class gastronomic pieties. I admit I had a slight tinge of class pride when the burgers were being pushed through the school fences...