A nice post-gig buzz today, with the usual craving for a fry-up. I just wanted to draw your attention to Pontypool, a smashing little Canadian film which would be easy to miss amongst the current zombie-movie bombardment. This one only uses scraps of the zombie format, with a remote radio station piecing together the picture of a strange virus infecting the countryside around them. Disregard the Guardian’s one-star review (Peter Bradshaw is an eejit) and hunt it down if you can. And if you can’t, there’s always the radio-play re-edit; not quite as claustrophobic but a pretty good modern-day War of the Worlds (as in Welles). Kill is kiss!