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Ah, Valentine’s Day. A time for overpriced chocolates, forced romance, and dodging all those smug couples on Instagram. But this year, Apple TV Plus decided to play Cupid in a way no one saw coming—by launching The Gorge, a film that is technically a love story but also a high-calibre, conspiracy-riddled, sniper-fueled, existential crisis of a film. Romantic, right?  At first glance, you might think Apple buried The Gorge in a Valentine’s Day release schedule busier than an Italian motorway at rush hour, up against the likes of Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy and Paddington in Peru. Surely, they wanted it to fail. But the plot twist—it’s actually rather good. Not perfect, mind you. It stumbles, crumbles, and occasionally falls flat on its face, but it does so in a way that’s oddly charming.  Directed by Scott Derrickson (who clearly decided to throw logic out the window and just go for it), the film follows two snipers—Levi (Miles Teller) and Drasa (Anya Taylor-Joy)—who are t...

Dear Younger Me, It’s strange to think of writing to you, knowing how far we’ve come since those days. I hope you’re sitting under the big tree in the backyard as you read this, or maybe curled up on the bed with your favorite stuffed animal. I know how much comfort those little things bring you. Hold onto them; they’re more important than you realize right now. I want to tell you that it’s okay to feel the way you do—whether it’s the excitement that makes you bounce on your toes when something new sparks your imagination or the quiet sadness that creeps in when the world feels a bit too big. Those feelings shape you, even when they feel like they might swallow you whole. Life isn’t always going to turn out the way you picture it during those long afternoons daydreaming. There will be moments that surprise you, knock the wind out of you, and fill you with awe. There will also be moments that disappoint you, and that’s okay. You’ll learn that it’s all part of the journey. Remember t...

Imagine getting into a cab after a long day and finding yourself in a therapy session with the driver. That’s Daddio for you—a film that takes the simple act of flagging down a taxi and turns it into the emotional equivalent of a 10-course meal. And somehow, it works. Sean Penn: The Cabby Confucius Sean Penn plays Clark, a taxi driver who looks like he’s been around since New York was just a collection of huts. He’s the sort of bloke who probably has a “world’s greatest grandad” mug at home but uses it to hold screws. You can almost smell the faint whiff of car air freshener and existential dread coming off him. His gruff, seen-it-all demeanour is paired with nuggets of wisdom that are equal parts profound and “did he just make that up?” Dakota Johnson: The Passenger with Questions Dakota Johnson, meanwhile, plays Jess, a young woman who gets into this cab looking for a ride but ends up with life advice, unsolicited anecdotes, and a surprising amount of emotional vulnerability. Sh...

Sky’s Hanno Ucciso L'Uomo Ragno is a glorious, high-octane nostalgia trip into the 1990s – a time when life was simpler, music was better, and frosted tips were somehow considered the height of sophistication. Inspired by 883's iconic hit song, this series has romance, drama, and more retro quirks than a Fiat Panda with a cassette deck. A Big Slice of Nostalgia Watching this show is like stepping into a parallel universe where nobody owned a smartphone, cars were square, and your biggest worry was whether your mixtape impressed that girl you fancied. The creators have nailed the 90s vibe – neon colours, Piaggio Ciao, Vespas, and haircuts that look like someone dipped their head in bleach and then attacked it with garden scissors. It’s authentic enough to make you wonder why we ever thought frosted tips were a good idea. Romance: Big, Bold, and Beautiful The love story at the heart of Hanno Ucciso L'Uomo Ragno is as predictable as a Fiat breaking down on a rainy day, but tha...

How did I get here? Sitting on this spinning sphere When will I leave here We know death is always near I try to understand but answers don't come easily Friends always deceiving me Is this what life's supposed to be? Human animals We roam the earth in search of blood Hope for humanity? I don't think there ever was We're in perpetual war, and that's the only law Can I change it? I doubt it So I write songs about it I was young once but now I've grown old Right in front of your еyes you've seen my life unfold I had no choicе as I became the underdog's voice A young black kid... look what the fuck I did! When I'm gone there'll be someone to carry on We can give in, give up, or we can stay strong How accepting of the bullshit we've all become This whole world is... comfortably numb Hello... is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me? Hello... is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me? You've got a TV, a computer, so you don't care A roof,...

  Right then, it's Christmas. Time for tinsel, dodgy jumpers, and more festive cheer than your liver can handle. And what better way to embrace the season than with a homemade Keto Eggnog ? It’s creamy, spicy, and deliciously boozy—if you add the good stuff, that is. Plus, it won’t make your trousers weep from all the carbs. Here’s how to whip up a proper batch of this yuletide magic, my style. Ingredients 6 large egg yolks – because apparently, you can't make eggnog without eggs. 80 grams of golden monk fruit or erythritol – sweet, but keto-friendly, like the angel on top of your tree. 300 ml fresh cream – thick enough to make Santa skip a chimney or two. 400 ml unsweetened almond milk or coconut milk – posh milk for the carb-conscious. ½ teaspoon ground nutmeg – the spice equivalent of fairy dust. Pinch of sea salt – because salt makes everything better, even Christmas. 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract – real vanilla, not that synthetic nonsense. A good glug of rum, brandy, o...

 Ah, so we're talking about the German series on Netflix. Well, Murder Mindfully takes everything you’d expect from a standard crime thriller, dips it in sauerkraut, and serves it with a side of existential dread. This isn’t your usual glitzy, high-octane nonsense. No, it’s dark, moody, and as German as an Audi on the autobahn. The show leans into the kind of precision you’d expect from a country famous for engineering. The plot twists aren’t just twists—they’re carefully calibrated to snap your neck without warning. And the characters? Oh, they’re fantastic. Each one is brooding and intense, like they’ve just emerged from a philosophy seminar on the meaning of suffering. Even the minor characters seem to carry the weight of 10,000 unsolved crimes on their shoulders. It’s beautifully shot too. Every frame looks like it was painted by a depressed Renaissance artist. The streets are soaked in rain, the lighting is dimmer than a basement rave, and the atmosphere is thick enough to cut...

Right, let’s address the elephant in the Colosseum: Gladiator 2. Yes, Ridley Scott, in his infinite wisdom, has returned to the dusty battlefields of Ancient Rome to deliver a sequel that no one asked for, but we’re all being forced to endure anyway. And let me tell you, it’s about as necessary as a third nipple and twice as irritating. The original Gladiator? An absolute banger. Russell Crowe being all moody and stabbing people while shouting memorable lines like, “Are you not entertained?” was the stuff of cinematic legend. It had grit, soul, and a soundtrack that made you want to charge into battle, sword in hand. This sequel, on the other hand, feels like it was penned by an AI with a hangover. First, the plot. Oh, the plot! It’s like they dug through the "How to Make a Hollywood Blockbuster" manual, skipped the chapters on originality and character depth, and instead zeroed in on “recycle famous lines” and “add unnecessary CGI babbons, sharks and even a massive rhino.” T...

 Right, so here we are, 45 years since The Wall came crashing into our lives on the 30th of November, 1979. And what a wall it is. Not some simple boundary marker or a decorative feature to hang family photos on—no, this is Pink Floyd's colossal, metaphysical Great Wall of China. It hides, reveals, protects, imprisons, and occasionally collapses spectacularly, much like a certain rock star's ego during the making of it. Let’s not tiptoe around it—this is an album drenched in conflict. It’s loss, self-loathing, war, and alienation all stuffed into 26 tracks. It’s not a light bite, it’s a six-course existential crisis with a side of despair. But here’s the kicker: that very conflict is why it’s so utterly brilliant. It’s a rock opera that’s both bloated and beautiful, tyrannical and tender. The sort of thing that could only emerge from a band on the brink of implosion. The Wall came during the twilight of Pink Floyd’s imperial phase, following The Dark Side of the Moon (you k...

When I first started watching Netflix’s Man on the Inside, I’ll admit, I wasn’t exactly brimming with excitement. The premise—centred on undercover operations and double lives—felt like familiar ground. I braced myself for a predictable plot with a few twists I’d spot a mile away. But what I got instead was an astonishingly deep and emotional narrative that stayed with me long after the final episode. At its surface, Man on the Inside delivers what you’d expect: tension, intrigue, and the high-stakes drama of living a double life. But underneath that, it’s an unflinching exploration of relationships, mental health, friendship, and the ache of loneliness. The protagonist’s journey is not just one of survival or loyalty—it’s a study of human connection. The show peels back the layers of his life, showing how every choice, every secret, and every betrayal leaves a mark on his relationships. His struggle to balance the demands of his covert role with the expectations of family and friends ...

 The Penguin, a new series which dives deep into the grim underbelly of Gotham, following Oswald Cobblepot—a character who’s often overshadowed by Gotham’s more infamous figures but is given center stage here. Colin Farrell reprises his role from The Batman, brilliantly transforming Cobblepot into a complex antihero who teeters on the edge of villainy and sympathy. His performance is masterful, blending ruthless ambition with the vulnerability of someone who's clawed his way up through a brutal world. The series is a slow-burn descent into Gotham’s criminal landscape. The narrative doesn’t just rely on flashy action but rather crafts a tense, almost noir-like atmosphere where danger is always lurking. Through clever writing, we get a nuanced portrayal of crime families, alliances, and the treacherous nature of power in Gotham—a refreshing shift from the traditional good-versus-evil dynamics often seen in superhero media. Visually, The Penguin is stunning. The cinematography plunges...

 A Man Called Otto is an absolute gem of a film that manages to be both heartwarming and amusing in the most delightful way. Tom Hanks delivers a brilliant performance as Otto, a grumpy, no-nonsense man whose exterior hides a deeply touching story of loss, love, and second chances. While the character’s crankiness initially steals the show, it's the unexpected humour and wit sprinkled throughout that make this movie so enjoyable to watch. The film's real magic lies in how it balances its emotional depth with moments of light-hearted comedy. Otto's interactions with his quirky, overly friendly neighbours lead to some hilarious yet tender moments, softening even his hardest edges. The humour is subtle but incredibly effective, making you chuckle one moment and tear up the next. By the end, A Man Called Otto is a journey worth taking, as it reminds us of the importance of connection, community, and the possibility of finding joy even when life feels at its lowest. It’s a feel-...

 Brassic, right, is the kind of series that punches you in the gut, then buys you a pint. It’s a glorious, foul-mouthed, chaotic mess that somehow manages to be both utterly bonkers and deeply heartfelt at the same time. Imagine a drunken romp through the north with a band of lovable idiots, only every now and then, it smacks you over the head with a profound insight about life, friendship, and mental health. At its core, Brassic is a love letter to the working-class hero, the kind of bloke who lives for the next daft scheme but has a heart as big as his overdraft. You’ve got Vinnie, played by Joe Gilgun, who’s like the unhinged cousin of every lad you’ve ever met down the pub, but with the weight of the world on his shoulders. One minute he’s stealing a Shetland pony, the next he’s having an existential crisis. And it’s bloody brilliant because that’s how life is, isn’t it? One big rollercoaster of bad decisions, hilarious consequences, and then a quiet moment where you suddenly r...

 Right, let’s get this straight from the top: Joker 2 is an absolute car crash of a movie, and I’m not talking about the exhilarating, rubber-burning kind that leaves you on the edge of your seat. No, this is the kind of crash where you’re left wondering how it’s even possible that everyone involved thought it was a good idea. And not even Lady Gaga’s megawatt star power can save it from the flaming wreckage. In fact, she’s more like the poor sap who’s left holding the steering wheel as the whole thing spirals out of control. Now, back in 2019—when the world hadn’t yet started its steep descent into apocalyptic chaos—Joker was a bona fide sensation. Whether you loved it or hated it (I personally thought it was bloody brilliant), you couldn’t deny its impact. Joaquin Phoenix nailed it as the mentally ill clown with a penchant for stand-up comedy and, well, murder. It raked in awards, made a billion at the box office, and had all the intellectuals clutching their pearls over whether ...

As I settled into my cinema seat, popcorn in hand, a wave of nostalgia hit me before the lights even dimmed. Beetlejuice 2—a sequel to the iconic 1988 cult classic—was a film I had cautiously anticipated for years, wondering whether it would recapture the chaotic charm of the original or get lost in the labyrinth of today’s overproduced films. Well, buckle up, because the ghost with the most is back, and I’m happy to say, it’s a hauntingly delightful return. Tim Burton, once again at the helm, brings his signature macabre whimsy with just enough of a modern twist to keep things fresh, while maintaining that peculiar 80s aesthetic we all adored. The foggy afterlife, once so thrilling in its kitschy, neon-lit absurdity, is even more surreal now, a kaleidoscope of decaying bureaucratic corridors, oddball characters, and twisted architecture that feels both familiar and updated. Michael Keaton’s Beetlejuice, though weathered by the passage of time, still bursts onto the screen with unrelen...

 Right, let’s get straight to it. Imagine, if you will, a Yamaha MT-09 SP—a motorcycle that’s not just an evolution, but a steroid-infused, gym-bro version of the standard MT-09. It's like taking an already athletic friend and feeding them nothing but raw steak and protein shakes for a month. The result? A machine that practically begs you to slap on a helmet, crack your knuckles, and tear through every twisty bit of tarmac you can find. And where better to test this beast than the legendary Tail of the Dragon? That asphalt serpent that’s got more bends than a politician's promises. Now, picture this: I’m the caboose in a seven-strong convoy of identical Yamahas, each of us slicing through the curves like synchronized swimmers on two wheels. It’s a dance of trust and throttle, every rider inches from the next, our tires flirting with the edge of grip, and our speeds veering into “probably going to get us in trouble” territory. But here’s the thing—when you’ve been doing this as...

In One Life, Anthony Hopkins delivers a masterclass in subtlety and depth, portraying the remarkable story of Sir Nicholas Winton, a British humanitarian who saved 669 children from the Holocaust. Directed by James Hawes, this historical drama beautifully captures the profound impact of one man's quiet heroism, weaving together past and present to deliver an emotionally resonant narrative. The film splits its time between the elderly Winton (Hopkins) reflecting on his past and the younger Winton (Johnny Flynn) navigating the moral and logistical challenges of orchestrating the Kindertransport, a daring rescue operation that brought Jewish children to safety in Britain. This dual timeline structure works well, allowing the audience to witness both the immediate stakes of Winton's mission and the long-lasting emotional weight of his actions. Hopkins, as expected, brings gravitas to the role of the older Winton. His performance is restrained but powerful, embodying a man burdened ...

Batteries don’t create electricity; they just store it, and the electricity they store often comes from traditional power sources like coal, uranium, natural gas, or diesel generators. So, the claim that electric cars are "zero-emission" vehicles isn't entirely accurate. About 40% of the electricity powering electric vehicles today comes from carbon-based sources. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. If you're enthusiastic about electric cars and the green revolution, you should also take a closer look at the environmental impact of batteries, wind turbines, and solar panels. For instance, the battery in a typical electric car weighs 450 kilograms and contains a mix of materials: 11 kg of lithium, 27 kg of nickel, 20 kg of manganese, 14 kg of cobalt, 90 kg of copper, and 180 kg of aluminum, steel, and plastic. These batteries require more than 6,000 individual lithium-ion cells. Producing just one BEV battery requires processing 11,000 kg of salt for lithium, 15,00...

The end of an era is upon us. For car enthusiasts around the globe, Jeremy Clarkson, James May, and Richard Hammond have been the quick-witted trio leading automotive television for over twenty years. Now, they’re gearing up for one last adventure together. The Grand Tour’s final episode, titled “One for the Road,” is set to premiere on September 13 on Amazon Prime, and the newly released teaser gives us a glimpse of the farewell journey. In their final outing, the three legends will traverse Zimbabwe in cars they’ve always dreamed of owning. Clarkson takes the wheel of a Lancia Montecarlo, Hammond revs up a Ford Capri 3.0-liter, and May cruises in a Triumph Stag. While the trailer is light on high-speed action, it’s rich in the camaraderie and banter that fans have cherished for years. The Grand Tour launched in 2016, following the trio’s departure from BBC’s Top Gear—a show Clarkson had revitalized in the early 2000s. With May joining in 2003, Top Gear became a cultural phenomenon, i...

Let’s talk about the Honda Blackbird, a machine that’s still a legend on two wheels and one of the best bargains in the used sports tourer market today. Back in the '90s, the race for the title of “world’s fastest production motorcycle” was heating up. Kawasaki had held the crown since 1990 with their ZX11 (Ninja ZZ-R1100), and Honda, not one to be left in the dust, was eager to snatch it away. Enter the Honda Blackbird, named after the legendary SR-71, the fastest jet of its era. Honda wasn’t just building a bike; they were crafting an icon. When the Blackbird hit the scene in 1996, it was a revelation. Built to dethrone Kawasaki’s top speed record, the CBR1100XX Super Blackbird did more than just that. It carved out its own place in history, not just for being quick but for being one of the best all-around bikes ever made. Honda replaced the aging CBR1000F with the Blackbird, and while the CBR1000F was a comfy sports tourer, the Blackbird was something else entirely—a hyperbike w...

 At a time when life felt overwhelming and even the smallest tasks seemed insurmountable, a simple piece of advice made all the difference. Someone who was struggling deeply with the weight of daily life shared their experience during a therapy session.  When asked what was bothering them the most, they hesitated before admitting that it was something as mundane as doing the dishes. The task felt impossible because their dishwasher wasn’t efficient, and the thought of scrubbing each dish was too much to bear. Instead of dismissing the concern, the therapist offered a surprising suggestion: *“Run the dishwasher twice.”* This advice wasn’t about the dishes alone—it was about breaking free from the unnecessary rules and expectations that often weigh us down. It was a reminder that it’s okay to find your own way through difficult times, even if it means doing things differently than you’ve been taught. So, the person went home and did exactly that. They ran the dishwasher three ti...

It’s July 13, 1985. Live Aid is happening—yes, that colossal charity concert featuring every musical legend you’ve ever heard of, and probably a few you haven’t. The world was watching as two simultaneous concerts, one in London and the other in Philadelphia, unfolded. But let’s focus on the real story here—the bonkers, absolutely madcap adventure of one man who decided that the laws of physics, common sense, and geographical limitations simply didn’t apply to him: Phil Collins. Now, at this time, Collins was already gallivanting around the U.S., minding his own business, probably writing another heart-wrenching ballad. But then, as if by cosmic coincidence, he bumps into Robert Plant, who says, “Oi, Phil, fancy banging the drums for me at Live Aid in Philly?” Collins, being the eager beaver he is, says, “Why not?” because what else are you going to do on a Saturday? But wait, there's more. As if playing one massive concert isn’t enough, along comes Sting, the ex-frontman of The Po...