I'm not sure if you're anything like as nerdy as I am, but I collect a lot of stuff. I can't let much go. Related to this I log many of the regulars in Sideburn. This is on top of the Sideburn Magazine Archive (that lists the contents of every magazine and shows any multiple covers). This is an aid to find specific issues, to avoid repetition and to be generally nerdy. I'm going to start posting them on the blog under the tag Sideburn Data. If I remember, I'll go back an upda

Off-topic Sunday! I've had a heavy week of magazine-making, bit of EICMA blogging and then an almighty kick in the balls when my sand racer, that had been starting second kick all week, decided to lose it's spark hours before the race. You bastard! To banish all that I spent a few minutes watching Raffaella Carra. The Italian singer, dancer, presenter was born three months before the Italians surrendered in 1943 (I didn't realise they surrendered in '43 until earlier this we

Remember when the future was something not just to look forward to, but to grab with both hands and yank into the present? No, me neither, but that's what Mexico were doing in the mid-'60s when they commissioned a 15km avenue of modernist sculptures, the Ruta De La Amistad, to coincide with their capital's hosting of the 1968 Olympics. If that weren't enough, then they made this sci-fi dance video featuring Raquel Welch, who'd already played the part of Miss Fuzzy Britches in

Off-topic Sunday... Unsurprisingly, the most fun and stylish cinematic interpretation of the space age future is Italian. Here from 1967's '4-3-2-1....Morte!' (aka 'Mission Stardust') you've got it all: mad cool rocket ships, space suits and ground transport for starters. Sure the effects are better nowadays, but it's all George Clooney and being stranded or eviscerated by alien monsters. Somehow a glamorous blonde alien with bangs, silver go-go boots and a nice line in nicel