Ok, this is going to be a long one. Earlier on this year, I interviewed Joe Cornish for SFX magazine, about his debut feature, Attack The Block (loved it by the way Joe!). Seeing as the article has been and gone, I thought it might be fun to stick the transcript for the interview up here. There’s a lot of material I didn’t manage to squeeze into the article, so give it a read. You might want to save it for a long train journey, or an epic poo though, cos it’s really really long. We chatted for around 40 minutes, and Joe was kind, courteous and very funny. Hope you enjoy it! (more…)

Edgar Wright and Joe Cornish - appearing soon in a dark alleyway near you.

Recently I interviewed Joe Cornish for SFX magazine, about his upcoming movie directing debut Attack the Block. It was a lovely interview, and Joe was very generous with his time chatting for over 40 minutes. Which meant there was a lot of good stuff I couldn’t quite squeeze into the article. Some of that material included a large digression we had about his friendship with fellow director Edgar Wright. So I thought I’d stick it on my blog as a sort of accompaniment to the SFX article (Which is in the shops now, issue 207!).  Click through to read about how Joe and Edgar became friends, how the Ant Man and Tintin projects came about, and how their friendship ultimately led to to the creation of Attack the Block… (more…)

If you’ve ever met me, you’ll probably know I’m not very good with money. In fact, I’m so bad with money, when I put my Visa card in an ATM, the display doesn’t even ask for me PIN number, it just prints “Seriously?” on the screen. But last week, a post in the off-topic section of Rllmuk alerted me to a fun new social media game that was floating around, Empire Avenue, and I thought I’d give it a bash. Surprisingly, I quickly found myself addicted. Essentially, you create an account, complete with a NASDAQ-style share offering name (my shares are listed as JONCYBERNET), plug in all your social media connections, and then watch your share price rise as you go about your day doing the sort of things you enjoy doing – facebooking, adding pictures to flickr, and stalking late 90’s popstars on Twitter.

You can try it yourself – just plug in your Twitter ID here (scroll down to where it says: ‘What’s your price on the Twiter index?’) and see what your account would be worth on Empire Avenue. More info and 10 great starter tips from the leader of one of the top Community groups after the jump! (more…)

Over the last decade, I’ve written many, many words about videogames. Some of them were good, most of them were a bit wonky. In those 10 years, I’ve been flown all around the world, met celebrities, been wined and dined and have had various incidents with actual real guns. But this morning, I was chatting with fellow writers @GriddleOctopus, @richardcobbett and @SimonParkin about videogame journalism and it’s ethics. And we decided – it’s time to make a stand… (more…)

You can't really tell, but the shelves are full of pies.

Ok, so I’ve been rubbish. More than a bit rubbish in fact – I haven’t blogged for 5 months. So what have I been doing? Basically, eating pies. (more…)

Yeah. So maybe titling my last “Red or Dead” and then not posting for a few weeks worried those of you out there with a sensitive disposition. Don’t worry, I’m not dead. Or if you were hoping I was, sorry, I’m still alive. (more…)

So last night I tried a new BMF Venue. Excitingly, the BBC were there to watch me do it… (more…)

WARNING. NUDITY INSIDE. MAKE SURE YOU HAVE SOME EYES DROPS READY FOR THIS ONE, BECAUSE THIS IS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT. WE’VE MADE AN IMPROVEMENT.  READ ON IF YOU DARE… (more…)

On Monday evening, I was on my way to Peckham Rye after a bit of a grumpy day. I was looking forward to working out some of my aggression at my British Military Fitness class. Suddenly, I felt a buzz in my pocket. Fortunately, it wasn’t a bee – it was my phone.

“Are you all dressed up for tonight’s dinner party then?” asked my friend Oli down the receiver. “Of course!” I replied, lying. In fact I’d totally forgotten. Balls. (more…)

So after my bus nightmare on Monday night, I managed to make it to the pub, before collapsing in bed without further incident. Or so I thought… (more…)