-an OD of Love-

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...