“All exploitive art should look like it’s been knocked up at 5am by some wasted bum who once had talent but is now seriously on the slide.”

Invasion Of The Body Snatchers


Boy, was it ever a hoot growing up in the States in the 1950’s. Right after you finished taping up your school windows to stop the Giant Preying Mantis getting in you’d rush off home and start checking under your bed for pods! I tell you, it was all pretty darn harrowing. Things didn’t get any better after we returned to Britain, thanks to bloody Gorgo and just when my dad was about to be stationed in Denmark frikken’ Reptilicus turned up!