
Screenwriter. Writes film & TV with @Ray_Bogdanovich: Past Life, The Banishing, Hounded. Repped by @AndrewRTLM.
Manchester, England
Joined April 2008
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When I was like 14, me and a few mates would “wag” French class and hide out in the soundproof drum room until lunch time. This went on for a few weeks when one day we discovered a “trap door” beneath the carpet tiled floor under the drum kit. We of course opened the trap door..
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With the late, great Oliver Reed currently wowing 2026 audiences all over again with his incredible performance in the restored version of Ken Russell’s ‘The Devils’, I wanted to share this amazing clip of him from 1985.
The rather low-res clip comes from ‘In at the Deep End’, a BBC series in which presenter Paul Heiney tries his hands at a profession he had zero experience in. For this episode, Heiney was preparing for an acting role opposite Michael Caine in ‘Water’ and went to Oliver Reed for some pointers on how to play a villain.
Please enjoy what happens next.
I want a sequel to THE MIST where Thomas Jane's DRAYTON, still fucked up and traumatised by his actions in the first movie, volunteers for a DIRTY DOZEN style suicide mission where he and a bunch of released criminals enter "the gateway" where the mist originates.
Battling criminals, monsters and a ticking bomb. Drayton needs to find the abandoned criminal, then together get the snatched humans to the gateway. Little do they know the advanced monsters have a new trick up their sleeve and the snatched humans are not all as they seem.
The elites of Victorian Britain got up late, drank ceaselessly, worked short hours, partied through the night, and knew nothing about science, technology or engineering. And yet, by their own lights, they were hugely effective.
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The Victorians are often held up as a model against the supposedly soft, feckless, humanities-educated elites of today. But I argue that the genius of their system may have been its drastic weighting towards soft skills, team-building and intra-elite networking:
- A Victorian’s gentleman’s office hours typically began about 11am and finished about 5pm, including a multi-course lunch with wine.
- Upper-class Victorians drank ceaselessly. Conduct guides recommended four or five glasses of wine at dinner *for married women*. Port was often served in pints.
- Party culture was intense and nocturnal. Balls started at about 10pm, peaked after 1am, and continued till dawn. During the social season, bankers, judges and politicians might go to several balls per week.
- Elite Victorians learnt almost no STEM at school or university. At least half of class time was given over to ancient languages, often as much as 80 percent. One leading educationalist remarked that it was not worth teaching science to gentlemen because it does not involve ‘continued reasoning’.
- Sports and character formation were valued far above transmitting facts. A top headmaster described his school’s priorities as ‘First – character, second – physique, third – intelligence, fourth – manners, fifth – information’.
This cannot have made elite Victorians more productive individually, but maybe the dense social and emotional network it created helped them to work as a sort of extended team.
Perhaps we should think again about what makes groups of people effective.
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The elites of Victorian Britain got up late, drank ceaselessly, worked short hours, partied through the night, and knew nothing about science, technology or engineering. And yet, by their own lights, they were hugely effective.
worksinprogress.co/issue/the…
The Victorians are often held up as a model against the supposedly soft, feckless, humanities-educated elites of today. But I argue that the genius of their system may have been its drastic weighting towards soft skills, team-building and intra-elite networking:
- A Victorian’s gentleman’s office hours typically began about 11am and finished about 5pm, including a multi-course lunch with wine.
- Upper-class Victorians drank ceaselessly. Conduct guides recommended four or five glasses of wine at dinner *for married women*. Port was often served in pints.
- Party culture was intense and nocturnal. Balls started at about 10pm, peaked after 1am, and continued till dawn. During the social season, bankers, judges and politicians might go to several balls per week.
- Elite Victorians learnt almost no STEM at school or university. At least half of class time was given over to ancient languages, often as much as 80 percent. One leading educationalist remarked that it was not worth teaching science to gentlemen because it does not involve ‘continued reasoning’.
- Sports and character formation were valued far above transmitting facts. A top headmaster described his school’s priorities as ‘First – character, second – physique, third – intelligence, fourth – manners, fifth – information’.
This cannot have made elite Victorians more productive individually, but maybe the dense social and emotional network it created helped them to work as a sort of extended team.
Perhaps we should think again about what makes groups of people effective.
Still thinking about the letter being read at the end of this movie... It fucking crushed me.
Heart of the Beast just crossed $100 million worldwide. Congratulations @DavidAyerMovies and to our entire team!
What a year for movies. And for an original film to be part of it feels especially rare. Not a superhero movie. Not a sequel. Not based on a book or a piece of IP. Just a beautiful story, a dog, and an audience that showed up. Thank you to everyone who did and continues to!
Got a new iPhone. First phone I’ve owned that charges via USB-C. So happy to be free of the curse of Lightning cables... I binned the lot. The future is here! Cut to two days later… My Magic Mouse needs charging. FFS. Forgot that little fucker is still Lightning.
Jimmy Savile was buried standing upright at exactly 45°, facing the sea, in a gold coffin that was then sealed in concrete... all by his own request before his death.
I think about that every now and then... and have nightmares for a week.
A shark just chilling as it makes its way down a flooded street in New Jersey…
Wake up, people. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. These prehistoric aquatic bastards are our mortal enemy. The first chance they get to strike on our own turf, we’re fucked.
Legit torn between HEART OF THE BEAST looking fantastic and wanting to see it on the biggest screen possible… and at the same time having a 13-year-old doggo I know I don’t have much longer with. Not sure I can handle being emotionally crushed if the dog dies in the movie.












