As The Terminator celebrates its 30th anniversary this year, the film continues to raise important questions. What are the risks to humanity of ascendant machine intelligence? How does a society correct the catastrophic missteps in its own past? And, most important, what the dickens is that weird time signature in…
It’s good to know. Although not knowing hasn’t stopped me tapping out the rhythm with a teaspoon on the side of every cup of tea I’ve ever made.
Our kid giving it the Gallagher swagger.
Zepps in a cloud? Does that mean flambé bangers and mash could be a sort of Hindenburg tribute dish?