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Spotted in London today. For a moment I thought this was going to go full Harold Lloyd…

I’m celebrating 50 years of Space: 1999 in the latest issue of @sfxmagazine.bsky.social with some wonderful insights from Jamie Anderson. Pick up a copy now before it hurtles out of Earth orbit…

I’m celebrating 50 years of Space: 1999 in the latest issue of @sfxmagazine.bsky.social with some wonderful insights from Jamie Anderson. Pick up a copy now before it hurtles out of Earth orbit…

What a treat to see my absolute favourite movie back on the big screen this afternoon - my first time since the summer of '81. But "It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage", right?

RIP Terence Stamp. I can heartily recommend Double Feature, one of the most beautifully written and least self-serving memoirs I’ve ever read. “I was on such an ego trip it took a while to realise the Sixties weren’t only happening to me.”

There are times I'm convinced the Debbie Harry edition of The Muppet Show is the apex of human civilisation.

Wonderfully evocative piece on the fabulous OHMSS by Jonathan Coe in The Observer. observer.co.uk/culture/film...

Happy 50th, Jaws, you perfect apex predator of a movie. I remember the buzz of holding this original clapperboard from the filming. It went on to sell for £70,000, which is why I'm wearing gloves - wouldn't want to devalue it with my DNA, now would we? I've got city hands, as Quint would say...

As season three of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds beams in I’m talking to the showrunners in the latest issue of @sfxmagazine.bsky.social

As season three of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds beams in I’m talking to the showrunners in the latest issue of @sfxmagazine.bsky.social

Today’s canal cat. Tolerated a few scritches from a stranger then back to regal disdain.

Full marks to the new Mission: Impossible for playing the immortal line “It’s the end of the world as we know it” with an impeccably straight face. I’ve missed it!

My life just flashed before my eyes.

Faster than a speeding bullet! I'm tracing the history of Superman in the latest issue of SFX.

I think I met a spider from Mars by the canal today…

I once found this fragment of history in a second hand bookshop. Issued 80 years ago today, General Eisenhower's victory order to the Allied Expeditionary Force in Europe.

Carved on a wall in Bath, 80 years ago today.

Carved on a wall in Bath, 80 years ago today.

Oh lord, haven’t seen that Hounds of Love performance since 1986… what a treat.

I’m talking to director Jake Schreier about Marvel’s latest movie, Thunderbolts*, in the new issue of SFX.

Amused to see Penarth pier in tonight's Doctor Who, site of cider-soaked fifth form parties at the legendary Pegs "nightclub" in the '80s. Can't say I remember the palm trees, mind...

Happy birthday to Dan Dare, Pilot of the Future, first seen in the pages of Eagle 75 years ago today. Here's that time I stole his cap.

RIP Clem Burke, Blondie's dazzling powerhouse of a drummer (just listen to Dreaming). I've always loved this photo by Chris Stein, where Clem and Debbie seem to have stepped into the city from another time, another planet altogether.

We were slightly struggling with the small talk.

"We have top men working on it right now..."

It's only taken me 50 years to realise that Asterix, Obelix, Getafix, Geriatrix and Cacofonix being given away by Weetabix is itself a perfect piece of wordplay.

A great night at the theatre watching The Shark is Broken, a Waiting For Godot style take on the making of Jaws. Evocatively staged and perfectly cast, especially Ian Shaw's goosebumping reincarnation of his father Robert as Quint. The head, the tail, the whole damn thing...

That time I made a pilgrimage to Hansa Studios in Berlin, and the very ballroom where Bowie recorded the vocals for Heroes...

A postcard I found on a Cardiff market stall, posted in 1912. Hello, Winnie, wherever you are...

Dumbest school trouble: recording myself desperately hammering the door of my locker and crying “Help! I’m trapped! I can’t breathe!” before rewinding the cassette, pressing play, locking the locker and walking away.

Fitting an obit for David Lynch into a strict 300 word slot is certainly a challenge. Tempted to write the whole thing backwards.

A scarier kind of toy story… I’m talking to Osgood Perkins about his big-screen version of Stephen King’s The Monkey in the new issue of @sfxmagazine.bsky.social

A rare Kate Bush sighting on Walcot Street… Fantastic work by local artist Victoria Topping.

Another cat on the Kennet & Avon today…

Found myself completely captivated by Nosferatu. Such an immersive texture to its world: the mist, the snow, the shadows and lantern-light. I could almost breathe the must in those rooms, wipe the frost from the windowpanes. Immaculately crafted creepiness.

Decided on a whim to watch 1933's splendidly macabre Mystery of the Wax Museum. I'd quite forgotten it's a New Year's Eve movie...

Cardiff wildlife

Stick 'em up, Christmas!

Fifteen years since the press launch for Doctor Who Christmas special "The End Of Time". Still cherish the memory of a kid in the audience asking Russell T Davies "Did you meet the Doctor or did you make him up?"

Intrigued by these reports of mystery drones over New Jersey. Feels like a replay of the American phantom airship panic of the 1890s...

Maybe that Red Alert message should cut to the chase...

Some pictures I took of the Tithe Barn in Bradford-on-Avon - and the witch marks that riddle its walls...

Spotted Skaro’s equivalent of Where’s Wally? in this shot of the Science Museum’s new storage facility…

That time I fearlessly loitered outside 50 Berkeley Square, "The Most Haunted House In London". Sadly the Nameless Thing wasn't in.

I’m talking to Steven Moffat about this year’s Doctor Who Christmas special - and those Sherlock rumours - in the latest, shamelessly festive issue of SFX.

This never fails to make me smile. Simply one of the greatest panels in comic book history.

"First there was the dream, now there is reality..." John Barry's magnificent Moonraker score - one of my absolute faves - finally gets the lavish La-La Land Records treatment.

A Matter of Life and Death is on BBC Four tonight. Made to ease postwar relations between Britain and America, it's really a propaganda piece for the power of cinema itself.

Met a remarkably chilled squirrel in Henrietta Park this morning. Totally cool with a photo op.