
Following the excitement and change of 2003 and 2004, 2005 has seemed, on the whole, like a disappointment. But the overall crappiness only makes the moments of excellence seem even better.
2005 was no 2004 but the editors at the Strand are still fans of music, despite its downward spiral in drinking and drugs. We still love music and to prove it, here are our top five (and then some) albums of the year.
As with any literary adaptation, there are two different kinds of reviews that one can read about Harry Potter films: one from someone who hasn't read any of the novels, and one who has read and loved every single one. Admittedly, I haven't read a single book, so this review will focus mostly on the cinematic aspects of the Goblet of Fire.
My teenage years were spent working retail jobs. While my friends were out smoking pot in parks and otherwise experiencing the joys of their youth, I was diligently "perfect-folding" tiny cashmere sweaters at BabyGap or, later, ringing through people's purchases of self-help/yoga/pilates/South Beach Diet books at the now-defunct Chapters on Bloor.
Are you trying to study for exams in peace but finding that loud background noises (hairy next-door neighbour named Jorge inexplicably grunting loud enough for you to hear it through the wall, aging hippie who lives downstairs rockin' out on his ukelele) are distracting you? I know I am.
