Such a perfect film. Dad took my brother and me to see it in the cinema. I'd have been around nine. I can still recall the screams of the audience at some of the scenes.

JAWS (1975) is so cinematic it’s ridiculous, and the shot from the top of Quint’s crow’s nest is a perfect example. A simple angle that turns the open ocean into something vast, beautiful, and deeply unsettling.

FOLLOW THE COUNTRY CODE: I adore this cool, jazzy early 70s PIF, with its swinging soundtrack and gorgeous UAP-style visuals. A miniature work of art!

Absolute banger

A medieval effigy lies on the floor, beneath a simple Gothic canopy, inside St Decumanus's, Rhoscrowther. The name of the person that this effigy commemorates is unknown, having been lost to history. However, we can speculate… 1/8

An observation test for your inner 8-year-old. Can you spot the 13 mistakes in the picture? From Treasure magazine, 1965 Official answers coming soon (Even if you don’t reply, could you please ‘like’ or share this one?)

Sad to hear Anthony Head has passed away. The Gold Blend “will they, won’t they” ad campaign was a cultural phenomenon, an ongoing saga that lasted for 6 years, captivating audiences of 30 million. The inevitable kiss even made front page news. A landmark TV moment. RIP Anthony

It's been decades since Rainbow finished on ITV. We've had massive scientific advancements in so many different areas of life, and yet there is still no explanation for why Bungle used to walk around bollock-naked all day long but then go to bed in pyjamas.

I'm getting flashbacks just looking at this picture.

I don't care if Pearl and Dean had nothing to do with the movie I want to hear the music before movies again.

RIP the great Micheal Keating. The heart and soul of Blake's 7, he played cowardly con-man Vila Restal (my favourite character) with a beautifully world-weary charm, and perfect comic timing. He and Paul Darrow's Avon made one of the all-time great double acts.

Up there with killer fridges, quicksand, and the Bermuda Triangle.

RT @Lulamaybelle: Snoopy gesturing “f u” in a road rage incident has me crying laughing.

I have always said that if you find yourself in central Cardiff, look up!

Farewell Alan Rothwell...

I just looked it up and it sold 100,000 copies!

Such was life in the age of the fish paste sandwich.

The Wind-Woven Fence of Maesteg Following the destructive path of Storm Arwen, a mundane wire fence on a hilltop above Maesteg, Wales, was transformed into an accidental masterpiece of environmental art. High-velocity winds stripped dry Molinia grass—commonly known as purple moor grass—from the surrounding landscape and drove it with such force that the blades became intricately interlaced within the wire mesh. The result is a dense, golden tapestry that mimics the deliberate work of a master basket weaver, stretching across the summit as a visual record of the storm’s intensity and direction. This phenomenon, often referred to locally as a "molinia fence," occurs when the specific aerodynamic properties of dried grass meet a steady, powerful gale. The grass is not merely blown against the fence but is threaded through it, creating a windbreak so thick it can eventually act like a sail, putting immense structural pressure on the fence posts. For the residents of the Llynfi Valley, these golden walls serve as a fleeting reminder of the sheer power of the Welsh elements, standing as a natural installation that remains until the next shift in weather begins to unravel the weave.

The next Welsh Government should follow suit and release all the files about the Black Nun of Llangrannog.