by Chris Laverty
Remember yesterday we told you that our very own Chris Laverty had made it into the final ten of the Empire Thunderdome film writers contest and that you should go and vote for him a whole load of times?
Good. We’re glad that you do. But we know you’re essentially very lazy people, so we’ve following up our plea with something a bit special. That’s right – in a transparent attempt to get you to vote for him, young Mr Bigshot Film Magazine Writer Chris Laverty has put together part one of the hopefully long-running Empire Thunderdome Diaries, where he’ll share the laughter, the tears and the frustration that comes from writing about films you like to go and see. Ready? Then read on…
Empire Thunderdome – hecklerspray is in, folks!
If you buy a copy of this month’s Empire magazine (which you should, as it has really hit its stride again), then you will find me in there, Chris Laverty – Thunderdome finalist.
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by Stuart Heritage
As X Factor, Strictly Come Dancing and I Can Vaguely Be Perceived As Being Slightly More Famous Than You In Some Circumstances Get Me Out Of Here rattle to an end, thoughts naturally turn to next year’s Big Brother.
And next year’s Big Brother is going to be a whole lot different to any series of Big Brother you’ve seen so far. Although the basic structure of Big Brother will remain – a handful of grasping, self-serving, woefully inadequate dickwads will all live in a garish house for three months, bursting into tears and having petty squabbles every six seconds oblivious to the fact that in the outside world every human being they’ve ever had the smallest amount of feelings for has sold a tawdry kiss and tell story to a Sunday newspaper about them – but next year’s Big Brother evictions won’t be live any more. Why? Because screeching nobsack Nikki from this year’s Big Brother said “I’m fucking shitting it” and it made two people sad.
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