It’s awards season in Hollywood and we here at Anglophenia are doing our bit. We are handing out awards of our own – let’s call them the Anglies – to recognize both the high and low points for British movies in 2012.
Note: As with all of our ‘greatest’ lists, the greatness of these videos is not open to debate. They are great on a scale that has yet to be accurately measured by science, even if some of them are a little NSFW.
Note: this is not a subjective list made by two members of the Anglophenia writing team. This is a statement of scientific fact.
Language makes suckers of us all. You only have to look at eBay to see how easily a word like rare or vintage can make any old crap look more attractive than it really is.
Every year right about this time, handicapping for the Oscars begins. Who will be nominated for an Academy Award? Who will win?
Here at Anglophenia, we’re just wild about Oscar Wilde, which is why we are solemnly noting tomorrow’s 112th anniversary of his death.
Greetings from Britfordshire, and a happy Thanksgiving to one and all!
Is that right? Is that how you say it?
Let’s start with the nicest possible way to go from being in gainful employment to not being in gainful employment, when your job ceases to exist. It’s nothing you’ve done wrong, it’s merely that the company …
Last week I had a bit of a moment getting grumpy about the gentrification of pop music, with particular reference to deliberately minimal and maudlin cover versions of old hits for the sake of advertisers. But that doesn’t mean …
Greetings from Limeytown! I’m told you’re having something of an election thing this week? Well, jolly good luck with it, and I hope you get the representative you feel you deserve.