being utterly forsaken of all Physitians, by reason of an impostume he had in his breast, and desirous to be rid of it, though it were by death, as one of the forlorne hope, rusht into a battel amongst the thickest throng of his enemies, where he was so rightly wounded acrosse the body, that his impostume brake, and he was cured
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Impostume’s dizzying 25 year ascent from Barrovian pub loudmouth to metropolitan public intellectual sustains its frenetic pace with not one but two appearances!
Firstly I’ll be speaking briefly at this*

about Romero’s “Martin” and 70’s horror in general.
Secondly I’ll be at Housmans, ostensibly to talk about Classless but actually talking about the trajectory from the Angry Young Men of the Fifties through Withnail and Johnny from Naked (good), Renton and Ali G (bad). It’s called “Poor in all but words”, assuming I actually get round to writing it, of course.
If the Impostume’s regular reader can make it, it’d be lovely to see you there.
*Looks good, dunnit. Keen to hear what the divine Mark K-P has to say.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
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