The A To Z Of SFF: A Is For Airwolf


 

In the crowded arena of TV shows featuring super-fast, super-secret helicopters, Airwolf was the stand out. Mean and moody lead? Check. Comedy sidekick? Checky-check. Conspiracy and tension between the Airwolf crew and the agency they ostensibly worked for? Check-o (in the first season, at least).

Rob and Clive run through the story, dig out the old cello and yes, even take a pass at the theme song…*

 

*I didn’t say it was a good pass…

The A To Z Of SFF: Attack Of The Ion Storm! (Part 2)


 

HOLY SMOKES! CycloMedia is getting worse, and the situation becomes ever more desperate for our hapless duo. As the ship is lashed by energetic particles, the question has to be asked… could this really be the end for the Ulysses?

Rob and Clive review:

Attack Of The Crab Monsters
The Atomic Submarine
Arena
The Astronaut’s Wife
Abraxas, Guardian Of The Universe

The A To Z Of SFF: Attack Of The Ion Storm! (Part One)


 

OH NO! Rob and Clive have piloted the Ulysses right bang slap into the middle of an ion storm! With energetic particles scrambling CycloMedia’s logic circuits, the deranged AI is stuck in a recursive loop, demanding more and more input.

Can our hapless heroes snap CycloMedia out of it before the radiation fries them all?


 

Rob and Clive review:

After Earth
Avatar
AVP: Alien Vs. Predator
AVP: Requiem
Attack Of The Puppet People

The A To Z Of SFF: A Is For Alien Resurrection


 

The red-headed stepchild of the Alien franchise gets a brisk going-over from Rob and Clive. Surrealist French director meets a series that badly needed a shot in the arm. It’s pretty out there. Worryingly, they find lots to like in Alien Resurrection. Have they been out in the depths of space maybe that little bit too long?


 

Blast-off! Launching Pirates Of The Moon

Yesterday was pretty momentous for me. It saw the long-awaited release of my second novel, Pirates Of The Moon. Finally, oh my lovely Readership, you get a chance to read my first foray into long-form science fiction. Continue reading Blast-off! Launching Pirates Of The Moon

The A To Z Of SFF: A Is For Alien3


 

Controversy on the Ulysses, as Rob confesses a sneaking admiration for David Fincher’s bleak take on the Alien franchise. Can Clive talk him back to his senses, or does our noble astrogator have a point?

One thing’s for sure: this time, it’s personal.

 

The A To Z Of SFF: A Is For Aliens


 

What can you say about James Cameron’s classic reinvention of the Alien mythos that hasn’t already been said?

Well, nothing, really, but Rob and Clive will give it the ol’ college try. Ripley as Final Girl? The themes of motherhood? Sure, why not, we’ll give it a go.

It’s not Game Over quite yet…


 

The A To Z Of SFF: A Is For The Authority


 

A highly influential take on the notion of the superhero team that would arguably lead to the cinematic version of The Avengers that we know and like quite a bit. But who are The Authority, and why should we care?

Rob, Clive and CycloMedia lay out the characters and story beats of a comics series that still has a lot of bite.

 

The A To Z Of SFF: A Is For Armageddon


Rob really does not like Armageddon. Can Clive persuade him to the merits of the Bay-buster, or is this one going down like an asteroid the size of Texas? Join our intrepid pair of trivianauts and deranged AI CycloMedia as they spend some time in Bruckheimer-Space.


Here’s a taste of the Bay-tastic style of the movie…

Fodderblog: The Best Balls Ever!

As part of Rob's Attempt To Get Back On Track with His Writing, I intend to ease myself in gently. It's been a while since I posted a recipe. And this one, my Lovely Readership, is a doozy.

I love meatballs. With spaghetti, or some cubetti potatoes, and of course slathered in a rich tomato sauce, they're an easy midweek supper. But they're surprisingly easy to make, and you know exactly what goes into them. Let me walk you through the creaton of the best meatballs you'll ever eat.

The meat is pork and chicken. To be precise, pork shoulder and chicken thighs. Both have enough fat in them to add tons of flavour and, more importantly, hold together without the need for breadcrumbs, eggs or other binders. All they need is a little care in construction.

I'm lucky enough to have a mincer attachment for our K-Mix, last year's Bake-Off inspired Christmas present. It's become a handy tool to take really cheap cuts of meat and make flavour-packed burgers and sausages. Meatballs are even easier. I added some sorry looking herbs from the supermarket (basil and parsley in this case, but thyme and sage would work fantastically), and ground away.

If you don't have flash-boy toys, go ask a butcher to do the chopping. They'll be happy to help.

While I was mincing, I had a couple of finely sliced leeks and a couple of cloves of garlic sizzling slowly in a pan. Once soft and fragrant, I let the veg cool a bit before squishing it into the pork and chicken mix. Don't mash it up too heavily, but make sure everything is well mixed. Add some salt and pepper, then gently form into glorious globes of gorgeousness.

Now the important bit. Clingfilm the balls, and stick them in the fridge for at least an hour. It'll help them to hold their shape. You notice that I've put them on baking trays over baking parchment. There's a good reason for that.

When you're ready to cook your balls, pop them in a pre-heated oven at 180C for about 25 mins, turning them halfway through. They'll leak out some oil while cooking, which will help them develop a fragile crust. Don't fiddle with 'em too much and they'll keep their shape and take care of themselves.

If you're thinking ahead, you'll have some cubed potatoes in the oven already, so that when the dinner gong goes you can whip something out of the oven that looks like this:

Now we're talking. Serve with a simple chunky tomato sauce, that's all you need. The meatballs are fragrant, herby and meaty without feeling too heavy, textured without feeling gritty, deeply flavoured without being greasy. I am dead chuffed with these little beauties, and I recommend you give them a go. A tasty autumnal treat!

 

(It has been drawn to my attention that some of you fnd the word “balls” inexplicibly hilarious. I have also been accused of pandering to said lowest-common denominator in this piece. I really don't know what you're on about. There's nothing wrong with popping a hot pair of balls in your mouth and noshing away).