The sound quality is above that of many bootlegs I've bought and while I understand that the sound has been cleaned up from the original acetate, I would have been happy to hear this in its original state. The track order works just as well as the version that was released. The band are enthusiastic, somewhat fresher sounding than on the released banana album (particularly noticeable on I'll be your Mirror where Nico doesn't have the exhausted "do I have to do this again" feel in her voice). Sunday Morning and There She Goes Again aren't particularly missed. This version of the album is just as listenable as the yellow version - we've lived with the latter for so long that it's going to take time to work out which is the better of the two. So buy this now to be on the safe side.

Distortion night creep soundscape manipulate quiet chill loud beats run outside whose legs am I wearing? Dissonance arrhythmia gentle melody listen deeper. FSOL unpredictable acquired taste turn the light on future dream present nightmare? Logical sequel to Life Forms. Buy. Listen

Even though it suffers from being separated from its video, it's hilarious, though if you're uncomfortable about gay men's sex humour (as opposed to straght people's humour about gay sex) you might find it a little embarrassing. In which case you really have to listen to it and get over your hangups.

This book, dating from about ten years ago, takes a psychological view of barebacking and the reader is left in no doubt that it is a bad, naughty, nasty thing to do. Pathological even. The fervent belief on which the book stands is that any gay man who doesn't use condoms for sex needs to be counselled to within an inch of his life. It takes little notice of the idea that some gay men don't consider the anus to be an erogonous zone, or that others prefer to use toys. Keyword: judgmental.

As a long time dog person, I was looking forward immensely to this deck. Having bought a copy my advice is "don't bother". It's a novelty, at best an oracle deck, at worst it seek to take the whatsit out of Tarot. "Barkana"? Madness! It is a much mongrelised descendant of a brilliant tradition bearing a similar relationship to Tarot as your next door neighbour's eight-years-old's pop group does to Bach's chamber music.

With so many well-realised cat-based Tarots around, you may be forgiven for thinking that this is a dog equivalent: it isn't. Frankly it's possibly on the young side for the eight year old of the previous paragraph.

This hub has two things going for it: it has a sucker on the back which saves trailing wires etc. The other sucker is the one that buys it. None of the ports took the plugs of any of the various USB devices I have. The ports wouldn't even take the plug of the device itself. Given its price, I can't even be bothered to go through all the hassle of packaging it up for return and walking to the post office to send it back.

I had great hopes of this deck, but was disappointed. The artwork is clearly based in the late 20th century/early twentyfirst century and drips sugar. It's all "we might be gay but we're perfectly respectable". I'd say go for the Brotherhood Tarot instead: it reflects my experience as a gay man much better than this deck does, despite the fact that I prefer art decks to photographed decks.

I said of Tune Up Utilities 2011:

"I have a tendency to be wary of fine-tuning software as it often turns out simply to be a front end for Windows' Control Panel, or else it gives easy, but dangerous, access to parts of Windows that are hard to get at for the very good reason that you need to know precisely what you're doing. Thinking that maybe it's getting on for time to do a complete re-install of my PC (a task that I think needs to be done once every nine to twelve months), TuneUp Utilities has been on my PC (which runs Windows 7 Pro 64-bit) for the past month and I've let it have its own way, in the belief that if things went horribly awry, I was going to re-install Windows anyway.

I'm pleased to say that my present installation of Windows has quite a bit of life left in it yet, and that TuneUp Utilities plays no small role in this. As well as occasionally using it to thoroughly defrag a drive (a joy to defrag with a visual representation of what's going on), and double check what it's been up to behind my back, as it were, I've been letting it run in the background unattended. Not only have I noticed no degradation in performance, but IE8 has been a little more willing to give up memory usage after a session of Facebook Scrabble, itself a memory hog.

In short, this is the first Windows tweaker I've found in years that I'd actually trust with my machine. It's detailed enough that the experienced Windows user can squeeze that little bit extra out of their machine, while the less experienced can just leave it to run in the background and, very occasionally, do what the nice software tells them to do. Highly recommended!"

Frankly there's very little I can add to this review for the 2012 edition of the software. It's a little faster (or perhaps I'm a little more patient!) and the interface has had a slight overhaul. It says a lot that I uninstalled the 2011 version on my machine (and I'm one of those people who has to know exactly what's going on with my computer) only to install this new version, which I expect to run until the next version is available. Buy with confidence.

Novels about gay men tend to fall into one of two camps: either brilliantly observed, such as the Tales of the City series, or else "gee thanks, but you really shouldn't have bothered". Rory's Boys manages to fall somewhere between the two, a farce in which characterisation and believability are sacrificed on the altar of the belly laugh. If you're looking for the gay equivalent of a Tom Sharpe novel, then this is the book for you.

Rory's Boys addresses a very real problem: what will become of elderly gay men who conveniently have lots of money? Why, they move into the UK's first gay men only retirement home. There's no mention of the countless more gay men who can't afford such a retirement, but at least the question is raised, as is, by implication that these are men who have lost most of their friends of thirty years ago through a disease that is never mentioned, and only alluded to once in the book. Even the "Rubber Duckies" who patrol Hampstead Heath handing out condoms to prevent STI's don't mention those three letters, H, I and V.

Yes it's fiction, not a political tract, and no, it's written as fun, not education, but for all the grand co-incidences of farce, to have such a large group of gay characters who appear, with one closeted exception, to have no knowledge about HIV, and who don't appear to know anyone affected by HIV is stretching the imagination just a little too far.

Disclaimer: I've not used these gloves in extreme wet or cold conditions. However, the medium size has proved a good fit for me, and they're flexible from the off, important when arthritis is beginning to creep up on you! I suspect that the velcro wrist closures will be the first part of the glove to give out, the rest seems sturdy enough. Even if they fail the test of winter, they'd still be okay for a pillion to wear, so they're pretty risk-free in value-for-money terms.