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Rank Rating Title Votes
1. 9.1 The Godfather (1972) 169,369
2. 9.0 The Shawshank Redemption (1994) 204,080
3. 8.9 The Godfather: Part II (1974) 96,477
4. 8.8 The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) 153,341
5. 8.8 Casablanca (1942) 83,958
6. 8.8 Schindler's List (1993) 124,911
7. 8.7 Shichinin no samurai (1954) 44,699
8. 8.7 Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) 134,490
9. 8.7 Buono, il brutto, il cattivo, Il (1966) 45,627
10. 8.7 Pulp Fiction (1994) 176,594
11. 8.7 Star Wars (1977) 170,470
12. 8.7 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975) 89,925
13. 8.7 Rear Window (1954) 52,963
14. 8.7 The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) 198,513
15. 8.6 The Usual Suspects (1995) 131,300
16. 8.6 Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) 116,300
17. 8.6 12 Angry Men (1957) 39,395
18. 8.6 Cidade de Deus (2002) 47,115
19. 8.6 Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) 80,593
20. 8.6 The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) 154,628
21. 8.6 Citizen Kane (1941) 75,616
22. 8.6 Psycho (1960) 67,769
23. 8.6 Goodfellas (1990) 90,325
24. 8.6 Memento (2000) 119,221
25. 8.6 North by Northwest (1959) 45,158
26. 8.6 C'era una volta il West (1968) 25,465
27. 8.5 The Silence of the Lambs (1991) 114,980
28. 8.5 Lawrence of Arabia (1962) 39,497
29. 8.5 Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, Le (2001) 80,732
30. 8.5 It's a Wonderful Life (1946) 51,172
31. 8.5 Sunset Blvd. (1950) 22,065
32. 8.5 Fight Club (1999) 152,045
33. 8.5 American Beauty (1999) 138,456
34. 8.5 The Matrix (1999) 181,724
35. 8.4 Vertigo (1958) 43,090
36. 8.4 Taxi Driver (1976) 62,570
37. 8.4 Apocalypse Now (1979) 82,702
38. 8.4 Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) 78,922
39. 8.4 Paths of Glory (1957) 19,208
40. 8.4 Untergang, Der (2004) 24,261
41. 8.4 To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) 39,171
42. 8.4 Se7en (1995) 116,298
43. 8.4 Chinatown (1974) 33,718
44. 8.4 Léon (1994) 73,357
45. 8.4 The Third Man (1949) 23,900
46. 8.4 American History X (1998) 82,673
47. 8.4 The Pianist (2002) 46,075
48. 8.4 Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001) 37,588
49. 8.4 Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) 78,329
50. 8.3 The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957) 28,410
51. 8.3 Hotel Rwanda (2004) 26,670
52. 8.3 Boot, Das (1981) 36,395
53. 8.3 The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) 13,653
54. 8.3 The Maltese Falcon (1941) 24,677
55. 8.3 L.A. Confidential (1997) 85,732
56. 8.3 Requiem for a Dream (2000) 68,664
57. 8.3 M (1931) 16,184
58. 8.3 Alien (1979) 80,470
59. 8.3 A Clockwork Orange (1971) 84,642
60. 8.3 Metropolis (1927) 16,123
61. 8.3 Rashômon (1950) 15,931
62. 8.3 Reservoir Dogs (1992) 90,608
63. 8.3 Sin City (2005) 84,213
64. 8.3 Saving Private Ryan (1998) 126,681
65. 8.3 The Shining (1980) 67,755
66. 8.3 Modern Times (1936) 13,920
67. 8.3 Singin' in the Rain (1952) 26,197
68. 8.3 Double Indemnity (1944) 15,216
69. 8.3 The Manchurian Candidate (1962) 18,048
70. 8.3 Million Dollar Baby (2004) 47,189
71. 8.3 Raging Bull (1980) 36,018
72. 8.3 Some Like It Hot (1959) 32,315
73. 8.3 All About Eve (1950) 16,687
74. 8.2 The Great Escape (1963) 26,505
75. 8.2 Aliens (1986) 79,851
76. 8.2 Rebecca (1940) 15,064
77. 8.2 Vita è bella, La (1997) 48,531
78. 8.2 Touch of Evil (1958) 15,084
79. 8.2 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) 80,274
80. 8.2 Amadeus (1984) 46,607
81. 8.2 Batman Begins (2005) 86,777
82. 8.2 The Sting (1973) 30,249
83. 8.2 Jaws (1975) 61,329
84. 8.2 Strangers on a Train (1951) 14,122
85. 8.2 The Incredibles (2004) 53,397
86. 8.2 On the Waterfront (1954) 17,189
87. 8.2 The Wizard of Oz (1939) 48,675
88. 8.2 Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) 92,438
89. 8.2 Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939) 15,009
90. 8.2 Forrest Gump (1994) 119,253
91. 8.2 The Apartment (1960) 14,737
92. 8.2 Crash (2004/I) 60,637
93. 8.2 Braveheart (1995) 115,972
94. 8.2 Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) 98,179
95. 8.2 Nuovo cinema Paradiso (1989) 18,601
96. 8.2 City Lights (1931) 10,447
97. 8.2 Blade Runner (1982) 91,317
98. 8.2 Sjunde inseglet, Det (1957) 13,501
99. 8.2 Donnie Darko (2001) 79,969
100. 8.2 Notorious (1946) 13,908



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12 July 2006

THE troubled co-founder of rock giants Pink Floyd has died of cancer.

Syd Barrett was the band's lead singer and main songwriter before having a drug-induced break down as they achieved world fame.

The 60-year-old passed away at the end of last week in the semi-detached home in Cambridge where he lived as a recluse for more than 30 years.

A statement from Pink Floyd read: "Syd was the guiding light of the early band line-up and leaves a legacy which continues to inspire."

Rock idol David Bowie paid tribute, saying: "I can't tell you how sad I feel. Syd was a major inspiration for me.

"He was so charismatic and such a startlingly original songwriter."

And former Blur guitarist Graham Coxon added: "For bang on 20 years, Syd led me to better places."

Born Roger Barrett, he became known as Syd as a teenager and, aged 19, co-founded Pink Floyd with schoolfriend Roger Waters in 1965.

He wrote the singles Arnold Layne and See Emily Play, along with the songs on their first album.

After leaving the band in 1968, he released three solo albums but soon withdrew from the music business altogether.

In his absence, Pink Floyd went on to become one of the world's biggest rock bands.

He moved back to Cambridge to his mother Winifred's home.

After she died, Barrett lived alone and rarely ventured out.

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Untouchables: Dirty Cops, Bent Justice and Racism in Scotland Yard


ISBN: 1903813042
Untouchables is an integrity test on Scotland Yard. It is the result of a six-year investigation into how the most powerful police force in the United Kingdom claims to tackle corruption, racism and mismanagement within its own ranks. In 1993, the Yard set up a secret anti-corruption operation run by undercover cops whose existence was known to only a few senior officers. The Ghost Squad operated for five years ? spying, lying and concealing information ? with no independent oversight. In 1998, its shadowy detectives went public as the Untouchables ? their motto: ?Integrity is Non-Negotiable?. Commissioner Sir John Stevens promised they would bring bent and unethical colleagues to justice. But instead of thorough corruption investigations, there was corruption management. Instead of justice and accountability, there was cover-up. Based on official documents and over 1,000 interviews ? with criminals, supergrasses, police whistleblowers, former anti-corruption officers and judges, many of whom have never spoken out before, let alone on the record ? Untouchables is in the best tradition of hard-hitting expose journalism, naming names and packed with revelations. It tells the secret history surrounding the Jill Dando case and the key unsolved murders of Daniel Morgan, David Norris, Stephen Lawrence and Rachel Nickell. The authors also expose the buried history of the biggest armed robbery in British criminal history ? the 26 million Brinks Mat gold bullion heist, which is still dogging Scotland Yard on its 21st anniversary. Untouchables presents a timely and well-evidenced case for a fully independent system of policing the police.
In December 1997, Sir Paul Condon, then commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, addressed a House of Commons committee on the scale of corruption in his force. "If you want a percentage figure on it," Condon said, "I would hope and believe it is contained somewhere between 0.5 per cent and 1 per cent. There is a spurious precision to that, but I would say somewhere between 100 officers and 250 officers would be the range in which we are operating."

At roughly the same time, an internal report on police corruption across the country was leaked to the press and it put the matter in even starker terms, saying that the problem was so "pervasive", it could have reached what was called Level Two, defined as "the situation which occurs in some third world countries".

Michael Gillard and Laurie Flynn, two former Guardian journalists who seem to have ploughed this nasty furrow as deeply as it is wise or safe to do, begin by pointing out that, if there really were 250 corrupt police officers in London in 1997, then 200 are probably still unaccounted for in 2004. A few, it appears, are on an internal blacklist identifying them as untrustworthy, while some will have retired. The rest, by implication, are out there in the city to this day, mixing their crime-fighting with crime-committing, and no doubt suborning colleagues as they go.

Nor are they necessarily small fry. One gangster is quoted here as protesting, when challenged about his relations with a lowly detective, that he never dealt with anyone below the rank of commander - that's just four promotions away from the commissioner's chair. The implications are alarming. Stories told in these pages involve murderers going unprosecuted, armed robbers being wrongly acquitted, innocent people being framed, drugs hauls going missing and six-figure sums disappearing while apparently in police hands. Clearly, besides effective independent official scrutiny, there is a need for a well-documented, well-argued and authoritative book about the problem as it has developed in recent years. Sadly, despite the wealth of information it contains, this is not that book.

Part of the problem is the style. Perhaps because they have spent too long in the company of detectives and criminals, the authors adopt a macho argot that devalues their research. People are "nicked" and "grassed on", money is "divvied up" and suspects "cough". Worse, a detective having a nervous breakdown is described as "imploding at a rate of knots", while another who kills himself has chosen to "wrap his guts around a shotgun".

A bigger difficulty lies in the tangled character of the narration, which, spread over 500 pages, represents a real impediment to understanding. This book is such a dense maze of names, dates and crimes that it is all but impossible to gain a perspective on the problem; it should have been edited with more care. Moreover, one accusation levelled by the authors actually ends up defeating their purpose. The world of police corruption is rather like the world of spies: it resembles a wilderness of mirrors in which everyone is playing a double game. If one officer accuses another of taking bribes, it seems that the first thing that will happen to him is that he in turn will be accused. (Gillard and Flynn say this happened even to them.) The police investigators themselves are often under suspicion and the bad smell of one accusation, even if unproved, never leaves them.

Several times during the story you find yourself wondering: how can anyone ever tell who is honest and who is not? How is it possible to choose, as the authors have at times done, to believe one witness in a particular case, but doubt another? You feel an unexpected pang of sympathy for Paul Condon and his successor, Sir John Stevens, who have had to deal with this mess.

Difficult as it is to see the wood for the trees in this forest of crime and deception, we do get the odd glimpse. Scotland Yard's attempts to police the problem appear to have been ill-conceived, its personnel all too easily tainted by what they encountered. Equally, the strategy of paying practising criminals to inform on police officers seems to have been self-defeating.

External scrutiny of the most vigorous kind is needed - a point that was also made by the Macpherson report into the Stephen Lawrence case in 1999, and which is supposed to have been addressed by the creation of the Independent Police Complaints Commission this year.

Gillard and Flynn do not like the look of the IPCC, chiefly because they don't like the director of investigations, Roy Clark, a retired police officer who was for years in charge of Scotland Yard's anti-corruption drive, and so by their standards is not independent at all. Let us hope, in the public interest, that in due course someone writes a book telling us whether the IPCC has proved effective; and let's hope it is a good book.

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16 July 2006

EL PRESIDENTE star Dante Gizzi is about to launch a new career - as a DJ.

Not content with fronting Scotland's hottest band, the singer has lined up a debut performance as a DJ at a massive XFM party in Edinburgh on July 29.

And Dante, 30, can't wait to swap his mic for a set of decks.

He said: "For years I've been in clubs and wanted to ask the DJ to play decent music or drag him out of the DJ box.

"When this opportunity came along I jumped at it. Thomas McNeice, the band's bass player, will be helping me out."

The XFM Weekender event at Ocean Terminal sees former Smiths member Andy Rourke play alongside dance stars Layo and Bushwacka and Tom Middleton, plus XFM DJs Lisa Littlewood, Mash and McSleazy.

Dante said: "It will be great fun playing music I love. I hope everyone gets it - I'll be dancing whether they do or not.

"I want to play all sorts - Led Zeppelin, Parliament, early Prince, funk, rock, everything.

"And there's got to be some Gun - or maybe just Cameo's version of Word Up!"




16 July 2006

NEW INXS singer JD Fortune revealed he's had a soft spot for Glasgow - ever since he was born.

The 32 - year - old Canadian - who will play Barrowland in Glasgow on November 4 - said: "I grew up in New Glasgow in Novia Scotia so I feel an affinitywith Scotland."

Replacing Michael Hutchence was something he never even dreamed o f when he heard about the original singer's death.

JD was playing pool in a bar in Ontario when the TV news announced Hutchence had died.

He said: "It was a huge shock.

"It was weird because my first thought was what will happen to the band?

"Eight years later, I became part of a reality show to find a replacement for him. It was surreal."

In 2005, JD won Rockstar - beating 30,000 other contestants to land the job of INXS frontman - and he got a baptism of fire, playing 92 sell-out gigs on his first tour.

JD wrote the lyrics to the group's great new single Pretty Vegas, featured on their comeback album Switch, released in September. JD still can't believe he's landed his dream job.

He said: "I brought my old INXS albums into the studio and asked the guys to sign them. They thought I was crazy.

"But I'm not trying to replace Michael... just do his music justice."


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Remake of Whisky Galore! hits the rocks amid storm over snub to Scots.

FOR Ealing comedy read Hebridean farce. Plans to shoot a new £10m version of the classic Whisky Galore! later this summer have been cancelled with the film-makers arguing over anti-Scottish casting, finance and whether the project will go ahead at all.

The remake was one of Scotland's most eagerly anticipated films in years, with top Scottish actors keen for starring roles.


But while producers blame uncertainty over tax for stalling the project, its Bafta-winning Scottish writer claims the money was already in place.

According to Peter McDougall, the film was halted because his fellow film-makers snubbed some of Scotland's leading actors in favour of a fruitless pursuit of English stars such as Ricky Gervais.

An angry McDougall, who wrote the script and is also a producer, said: "I put a lot of work into this and I'm not happy about the way it has been conducted. It's been a disaster from day one."

He said he was particularly alarmed when he saw an early version of the cast list. "There were five Sirs on it... and there wasn't a single f***ing Scottish actor," he said.

The original film was shot on Barra in 1948 and starred a host of Scottish stars, including James Robertson Justice, Duncan Macrae and Gordon Jackson, with Basil Radford as the officious English Home Guard captain Waggett.

The film follows the attempts by the residents of the fictional island of Todday to retrieve a cargo of whisky from the SS Cabinet Minister after it runs aground. It was based on a novel by Compton Mackenzie, which in turn was inspired by the wreck of the SS Politician off Eriskay in 1941.

McDougall, who won Bafta awards for the Jimmy Boyle drama A Sense Of Freedom, Just A Boy's Game and Down Among The Big Boys, said his involvement led to approaches from several leading Scottish actors who were personal friends. Head of the queue was Robbie Coltrane, star of Cracker and the Harry Potter movies, but McDougall claimed the producers could also have signed up Brian Cox, Robert Carlyle and Kevin McKidd.

McDougall claimed his fellow producers were too hung up on getting "star names" from England and the US.

He said: "They had access to all these people and somehow they came up with Ricky Gervais and Steve Coogan. They were going to have him [Gervais] as Captain Waggett and I said 'Why?' They said: 'Oh, he's big in America.'"

Coltrane was a star in his own right, McDougall said, and wanted to play the role of the local doctor, previously played by James Robertson Justice, while McKidd would have played the Gordon Jackson role of the teacher.

"It wasn't that I punted them in any way, but they had both read the script, so they had them on board more or less," the writer said. "They [the producers] only had to deal with agents and it all fell apart."

Meanwhile, Brian Cox was prepared to play the islanders' ringleader Macroon, but the producers wanted Peter O'Toole, McDougall claimed.

The prime movers in the remake are the two lead producers, Lewis-born Iain Maclean, whose area of expertise is information technology, not film, and Ed Crozier, with a background in financial services.

The pair hope to appeal to a new generation with a colour version of the movie, and approached Canal Plus, the French company that had inherited the rights to the Ealing comedies through a series of takeovers.

Crozier and Maclean secured a public endorsement from Sir Sean Connery, though early hopes that he would appear in the film came to nothing. The film then went through two directors and acquired another four producers, including scriptwriter McDougall.

Filming was scheduled for last summer, then this spring, then late summer. Crozier confirmed finance was in place as recently as May. But the film has now been officially postponed because, Crozier says, new tax credits which will give film-makers valuable commercial incentives worth up to 20% of budgets still have to be approved by the UK parliament.

"It's very unlikely that the Act won't get royal assent," said Crozier. "But in the event that it doesn't, and if producers have gone ahead and chanced starting shooting in the hope of getting the tax credit, it will be very likely that they could be personally liable for the outstanding amount."

Crozier insists the postponement had nothing to do with casting, and that it was only for six months.

But McDougall said: "This is the third time it's been postponed. And postponed means it's not going to happen."

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JAIL HOUSE ROCKER; Exclusive Tipped as the next big thing, Urbnri are a band formed by a gangster who found a new life in song.

SCOTLAND'S hottest new band is led by a reformed gangster - who penned his songs from behind bars.

Kevin Tait, 24, was on course to become a career criminal but turned his life around while spending 110 days on remand at HM Prison Greenock.

Now his band Urbnri - Irn Bru backwards - are being compared to Arctic Monkeys, with record companies preparing to wage a bidding war to sign them up.

Urbnri have already drawn a huge following after posting a video of one of their songs, Misspent Youth, on their official website

And Scots hitmaker John McLaughlin has taken them under his wing, describing them as the most exciting band since The Sex Pistols.

Yet just four years ago Tait's home was the first port of call for police investigating crimes in Clydebank on the outskirts of Glasgow. And he was charged, along with pals, over the shooting of a rival drug dealer in 2002.

Kevin was acquitted but he says his spell on remand while awaiting trial, and the birth of his daughter, acted as a wake-up call, leading him to renounce his life of crime and dedicate himself to music.

Kevin admitted: "Me and my mates were in a gang and we were mental.

"For a while I was on trial every couple of months. But until I went to jail I used to think it was cool. The people I looked up to had all been in jail.

"When I was 13, I was standing at a chip shop and saw my big cousin rob the bank next door.He pulled on a ski mask and pulled out a gun and was sentenced to eight years.

"He was only 16 but he was my role model. I thought it was cool and I sold hash and everything.

"I would get into fights wherever I went. A lot of charges I faced were related to violence and the police hated me.

"One day I got a bag of Ecstasy tablets planted on me and I was sent to Barlinnie but later released. The song Pigs Might Lie tells the story of what happened then.

"I was a bad boy altogether and all my mates were the same.We would fight rival gangs from neighbouring schemes.

"But one of my mates died. Somebody put a pool cue through his head.

"As we started recording the album, another mate got shot. He was going to a party and we were due to go too. Guys in bicycle helmets turned up and killed him. He got a shotgun bullet to the chest.

"I wrote a song Heaven's Gained A Hero because we hung about with him. The song was saying that it could happen to me, that young guys could have a beef with me and I could have been next, if I hadn't change my ways.

"When I was younger it didn't seem like I was a scumbag.

"We had big fancy Range Rovers and once you get done for shooting people, people call you that. I was only 19 and hadn't thought of it that way.

"The police still raid my house because they can't believe it. I have a home studio in my room and they won't accept I am not involved in things like before. All they find is guitars. They think I'm at it. They tell me leopards can't change their spots."

He added: "I did 110 days' remand while charged with taking a guy up to the hills and shooting him in the legs. I was involved in gang warfare with people getting shot right, left and centre.

"But I was just 19 and the songs poured out on to jail paper while on remand. I had the ideas for the songs because I loved music.

"I didn't tell anyone in prison I was writing songs. Even the guy I shared a cell with didn't know. I pretended I was writing letters and sent the songs to my girlfriend on the outside.

"When I was found not guilty and released from remand, I knew something had to change. I got out of jail but it wasn't like the next day I went to church and got an instant halo.

"My girlfriend Pamela got pregnant and I moved away with her to another part of Clydebank.

"We had a wee girl, Katie, who is now three. I decided to try to go straight.

"Soon after, I asked my cousins to join a band with me as the singer."

Kevin says he has renounced his life of crime completely as his band prepare to record their debut album at the Mixing Rooms studios in Glasgow's city centre.

Urbnri's impromptu and secret gigs in a yard in his hometown draw hundreds of eager young fans who only find out about the shows on the grapevine at the 11th hour. And record company execs have so far been banned from seeing the group, making their underground status even cooler in the eyes of the A&R men.

Scots music guru John McLaughlin explained: "I met Kevin through a friend of a friend, even though he knew I was anti-drugs. I was knocked out when I heard the first couple of songs.

"It might not be the type of people you would want round for dinner and they make the Arctic Monkeys sound posh, but the songs are real and they explain life for young poor people living on the outskirts of Glasgow. Kevin has hit the nail on the head and is going to strike a chord with a lot of people."

The band comprise Kevin and his young cousins, Eamonn, Liam and Kevin Cairns from Donegal, and they performed songs on Wednesday nights at the lock-up owned by Kevin's uncle, Jim Cairns, who owns Fortress Security.

Kevin believes he would be in prison right now, or dead, had he failed to change his ways.

He added: "I hope that my mates will all get into music and that will stop them from ending up in jail. Every wee guy I know sells Ecstasy, hash, charlie or knocked-off trackies, but this might show them they can pick up a guitar instead.

"A lot of people say we sound like The Strokes meets Arctic Monkeys. I don't want the songs to glorify violence.

"I know some people won't want to see me doing well but I want to do something good and help others.

"I hope I can inspire younger ones who are already asking me if they can come to the studio and record. I'd love them to get away from crime and see music as cool."

He admits not everyone will be willing to accept he has become a reformed character. He said: "I know people will say I'm just a ned, but I hope the music will come across and people will realise this music speaks to a lot of young people out there in council estates who can't relate to James Blunt.

"I just hope people realise I am writing about what I know.Maybe people will see they don't have to go through the things I went through to have a life.

"My mates thought I had gone soft when I picked up the guitar but they have seen the end product and realise I am not singing David Gray songs about being broken-hearted.

"I'm writing about what happened to me. There are a lot of guns on the street and I don't want my daughter to grow up and say: 'My daddy was a gangster.'

"I want her to grow up and say: 'My daddy was in a band.'

"I want my daughter to grow up and come and see me playing shows rather than visiting me in jail."

'People will say I'm just a ned. . but this music speaks to a lot of young people out there.

A NEW START: Kevin Tait, below, has turned his life around and hopes to be compared to Arctic Monkeys, above' THE NEXT BIG THING: Urbnri have been tipped for success PICTURE:MARKIRVINE' STREETWISE: Urbnri's gigs already attract an underground following




The Razz: THE TOP FIVE ARTISTS.(Features)

1 Urbnri (Irn Bru backwards) are four guys who sound like a mixture of Graham Coxon and a Glaswegian The Streets. They look like Italian football fans and have a unique slant. Frontman and writer Kevin Tait is something else. Tops for originality

2 Clydebank boys Eoscene, lead by Daniel Healy, are superb live. Their jazz/pop mix has a great vibe.

3 Drumchapel fourpiece Dieselbone ooze rock'n'roll with soul vocals by Stevie Redmond

4 Clydebank singer Alan Cranney - likened to a young Rod Stewart - is one to watch

5 The Poems are Belle & Seb-style Glasgow cool. One of the best records in years



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A Clockwork Orange is the finest film that has ever been made, in my view. Stanley Kubrick has made so many masterpieces, and is by far the best director that ever graced our world. A Clockwork Orange is simply his finest hour!

The film grabs you and glues you to your seat from start to finish. Malcolm McDowell gives us a shining example of superior acting, and the movie is as perverted as any of Kubrick's masterpieces (and then some!). It contains horrifying violence, extreme emotions, perversity and weirdness at it's very worst. It all boils down to serve you a plethora of thoughts for you to take with you and contemplate, after the film ends.

However, with all the perversity bursting out of this film, you will probably NOT like this film the first time you see it. I know I didn't. Fortunately, I gave it a second chance, and thought: Hey, it was actually not bad at all. After the third time, I was lost for words.

After the fourth time, there was little doubt in my mind, that this was the finest film ever made, and regardless of how many great masterpieces I see, A Clockwork Orange still towers above them. I'm sure you'll agree, if you give it the chance it deserves, although it may require for you to see it more than once.

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The Crying Game




DVD release: 31st July 2006 Review
The Crying Game offers a rare and precious movie experience. The film is an unclassifiable original that surprises, intrigues, confounds, and delights you with its freshness, humor, and honesty from beginning to end. It starts as a psychological thriller, as IRA foot soldier Fergus (the incomparable Stephen Rea) kidnaps a British soldier (Forest Whitaker) and waits for the news that will determine whether he executes his victim or sets him free. As the night wears on, a peculiar bond begins to form between the two men. Later, the movie shifts tone and morphs into something of a romantic comedy as Fergus unexpectedly becomes involved with the soldier's girlfriend Dil (Jaye Davidson) and discovers more about himself, and human nature in general, than he ever dreamed possible. Like Spielberg's E.T. , The Crying Game was supposed to be director Neil Jordan's "little, personal movie," the one he just had to make, even though no studio was willing to give him money because the story was so unusual. Instead, it became a surprise popular sensation, thanks in part to Miramax's cleverly provocative campaign playing up the hush-hush nature of the movie's big secret. The performances (including Miranda Richardson as one of Fergus's IRA colleagues) are subtly shaded, and the writing and direction are tantalizingly rich and suggestive; you're always trying to figure out the characters' true motives and feelings--even when they themselves are fully aware of their own motives and feelings. The Crying Game is a wise, witty, wondrous treasure of a movie.


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Totally absorbing read, first class!, 20 Jan 2006
'Vendetta: Turning Your Back on Crime Can Be Deadly....' is an excellent follow up to the much acclaimed first effort from the crime-writing due of Reg McKay and Paul Ferris 'The Ferris Conspiracy '. Anyone who liked the first book will thoroughly enjoy this one.

This time around the focus is based mainly on the post childhood/Thompson family/murder case area of Paul Ferris's life, and concentrates more on his time spent in prison and his subsequent efforts to claw his way back into legitimate business and to turn over a new leaf. Ferris in this book is every bit just as witty, sharp, and unassuming as he was in his first book.

Although 'Vendetta' tells of Paul's attempts to turn his life around and appears geared toward letting impressionable youngsters realise that the "gangster" lifestyle is far from glamorous and is not a wise 'career choice' for anyone, it still does not lack mention of violent incidents and equally violent individuals from cities the length and breadth of the UK.

All in all 'Vendetta' is an absorbing read, a book the reader will find hard to put down until he or she has read the very last page. Paul Ferris seems to be a brutally honest individual where his thoughts on certain people are concerned, no one escapes his witty, dry sense of humour not least himself.

A must read book!

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Knightsbridge: The Robbery of the Century


Knightsbridge: The Robbery of the Century
The story of how Valerio Viccei escaped with #60 million from the Knightsbridge Safe Deposit Centre.
Live by the Gun, Die by the Gun
An Italian cop lies writhing on the ground, the bullets from a Magnum
357 searing into his stomach. Nearby, the owner of the Magnum lies
dead, ripped almost in half in the Italian countryside.
A well-known Mafia face is spotted at the scene. So ended the life
of millionaire gunman Valerio Viccei, a man who lived by the gun and, eventually, died by the gun...Young, brilliant, smooth-talking,
glamorous: Valerio had it all. He hit headlines across the world when he
got away with [pound]60 million from the Knightsbridge Safe Deposit
It was the biggest robbery in history. It seemed like the perfect crime:
all the losers appeared to be hugely wealthy; no one was hurt and
many ordinary people marvelled at the daring and nerve of the raiders.
Valerio has been labelled a criminal genius, a super-stud and a
ruthless gunman.
Before he died, he wrote his fascinating memoir.
This, in his own words, is the final truth about one of the most
talked-about villains of all time.
Wolf's last stand

Thursday April 20, 2000
The Guardian

It ended beneath a grey sky at a bend in a road he knew well.
His prey would have to slow down and Valerio Viccei would pounce.
A mask in one hand, a .357 Magnum in the other, an accomplice at his
side, he parked in front of the farmhouse and waited.


But what turned the bend was a traffic patrol with two curious policemen.


They were suspicious when they saw two strangers watching an

isolated road.


A call to base revealed the Lancia to be stolen.


Enzo Baldini stepped from the patrol car and crunched over gravel

towards Viccei.


He was 30ft away when the strangers raised their revolvers and fired.


The first shot missed but three followed.


The policeman crumpled as a bullet tore into his leg.


He grasped his sub-machine gun as a figure raced towards him, pointing

a revolver.


Baldini loosed 15 rounds and the figure twirled and toppled.


There was no scream; Viccei was dead before he hit the ground.


"I always wanted to reach something that was top of its field," he once



At a peak of glamour and infamy a lifetime away from the moment

a terrified traffic cop became his nemesis.


His death has shaken Italy. Viccei was not supposed to be sitting

armed in a stolen car waiting to ambush a bank security van.


He was technically serving time but was allowed out during the day

to work in a publisher's office.


The story behind Tuesday's shootout may write the epitaph for Italy's

penal lenience, for Viccei, 45, was no ordinary gangster.


It was he who masterminded the £40m Knightsbridge safe deposit

robbery in July 1987, a spectacular heist dubbed the crime of

the century.


Security guard uniforms, metal cutting equipment, walkie-talkies and

the owner's complicity enabled his gang to clear 114 boxes in under

two hours.


The victims were royalty, celebrities, millionaires and criminals.


No shots were fired and no one was injured.


Viccei, a playboy and serial seducer, had come to London in search of

a big life and he had found it.


"I had a passion for weapons, beautiful women and fast cars," he said.


When he was caught a few days later at the wheel of his Ferrari, traced

by a fingerprint, he became a folk hero.


The Italian Stallion, the Wolf, the gentleman thief -

he exulted in all his nicknames.


In reality, he was an arrogant, vain thug.


The son of a libel lawyer and boutique-owning mother from Ascoli

Piceno, a town near his final shootout, he craved adulation and

never hesitated to use violence.


A thief by 16, he went to university in Rome to study philosophy in the

70s but fell under the influence of the neo-fascist terrorist leader

Gianni Nardi.


He joined the youth group Fronta Della Giuventu, daubing swastikas

on public buildings before graduating to bombings.


He racked up a suspected 54 robberies as politics became a distant motive.


Viccei wanted to be a star.


He modelled himself on Al Pacino's Scarface, which he reputedly

watched 58 times.


He had a gold key-ring in the shape of a shotgun.


The combination number for his £700 Louis Vuitton briefcase was

357, after the .357 Magnum.


He moved to Britain in the 1980s and didn't allow broken English to

inhibit chasing women or five armed robberies.


Once captured, he played the master villain. Suave, athletic,

sunglasses, permanent grin, jokes and boasts.


Newspapers drooled over his cunning and charm.


Less attention was paid to dissenters from the myth.


"I found him boring, showing off his Rolex watch and talking about

his fast cars," said Justine Marr, secretary to the Parvez Latif, who

owned the security deposit.


A detective was equally dismissive. "He wanted to be known as the mastermind of the world's biggest robbery.


He has an ego the size of the Old Bailey." It mattered not.


A star was born.


He told the judge: "Maybe I am a romantic lunatic but money was the last thing on my mind."


Only £10m was ever recovered.


Sentenced to 22 years, he languished in Parkhurst on the Isle of Wight


He wore a T-shirt emblazoned with the slogan:

"I love Knightsbridge" around a clown's face with dollar signs for eyes.


Then in November 1992, the Wolf bounded to freedom, although it

was called extradition.


Under the Treaty of Strasbourg, he was transferred to a jail in Pescara

on the Adriatic coast to finish his sentence.


Declaring himself a reformed character, he tried to buy freedom by

claiming to know the truth about Roberto Calvi, "God's banker", who

was found hanging under Blackfriars bridge in London in 1982.


It was a bluff, but it did not matter.


Within three years, he was strolling the beachside cafes on his way to

work at a publisher's office, visiting his flat and returning to jail at 10.30

every night.


He told Britain:


"The legal system in Italy may look softer than yours but it is not.

The only difference is that the rehabilitation programme does not

discriminate like in your country."


An autobiography seemed to complete the rehabilitation and Viccei slid

into obscurity, effectively free until gaining parole in 2003.


But in prison, he had befriended Antonio Malatesta, a member of the

Puglia mafia, known as the Sacred United Heart, which specialises

in kidnappings, armed hold-ups and smuggling.


Malatesta was also free to roam while serving time because he had

become a supergrass (a pentito) which is a fast-track to reduced

sentences and priviliges.


Italian justice has made supergrasses and rapid releases for "model

prisoners" central to its fight against organised crime.


Since the first mafioso broke the code of omerta in 80s and started

talking, thousands have followed.


The mafia reeled but cracks are forming.


Dozens of prisoners enjoying semi-liberty have been caught murdering

and robbing.


Pentitis are manipulating prosecutors to ensnare rival clans.


Appeals courts are throwing out their testimony.


The system is breaking down. Tuesday's shootout could be the last

straw. Opposition politicians branded it a scandal. Only by fluke had

justice prevailed.


They want Viccei's epitaph to be the abolition of supergrasses.


Police yesterday said the pair were planning to either rob a bank security

van or kidnap a scion from one of the area's three industrialist families.


Malatesta tried to flee after they opened fire but was shot, wounded

and caught.


Viccei, hair flicked with grey, dressed in blue jeans and a green jacket,

was said by police to have approached the prostrate Baldini with the intention of finishing him off when the hail of bullets spun him round;

he landed on his back, blood seeping from his eyes, nose and mouth.


Reinforcements arrived and dozens of police stood above the corpse.


None recognised him.


The master robber was mistaken for an Albanian bandit.


Only hours later was his identity discovered.


By Viccei's own criterion, he died a failure:


"The rule of this game is that if they don't catch you, you are a genius.


But if they do, you are a miserable nobody."


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Short Stories;


Architecture and Police - Adrian Slatcher

(This is a digital interview with "ARCHIE" a long-term vagrant of the City of Mancopolis, 2094, who claims to be 134 years old, and it is the first-time he has been called to account by the authorities.)

I've been on these streets a long time, mate. I've seen some changes round here. Archie? Is that what they're calling me? Oh, this tag – yeah, I guess someone gave me this and maybe it's my name. I'm not going to say it's not; that's not my style. Where did you find me? Hiding, no doubt. I'm not someone to draw attention to myself, and it's been a long time since anyone's wanted to know a thing. People say that's my name, then that's my name.

I've seen some things. I'll tell you how long it goes – what my earliest memories were – "fried" they are, like someone's gone and stuck something in my Brian here, that means it can't now function. Do I mean brain? I've called it my Brian as long as I can remember. I stand here on my two Les; I put needles in the veins in my Carmels. I wave to you with my Andys and I piss out of my Colin. You see, I was a bit of a street poet in my day. I reckoned that you had to keep looking around you. The city was changing you see. It was all cranes and building sites, and hard-hats. And they built these flats and hotels and I don't know what else and they all climbed sky-ways, and I thought well, someone's going to come and live in these places; and I'd wait and watch.


At the time I had family problems you know how it is? The wife had took the kids and she'd kicked me out. Said she didn't like my hobbies! Well, I was getting a little old even then, but still liked to kick out the house on an evening and see what was going down. Town then – we called it town, not a city, not a metropolis or a city-state or any of those things they've tagged it with since – well, town then was full of places you could get a drink. You don't know what a drink is? Oh, it's illegal now is it? That's the thing - they start making illegal all the things that are bad for you, and then when they've done with that, all the things that are good for you too, and in the end there's not much difference going on between the two if you want to ask me.


Drink was one of my little things that the wife went off of me doing after a while. She liked it plenty at first. We met at one of those dingy places after all, but when she had the kids, well, she wanted me to grow up. Ha! Ha! It was called a dive bar. You had to know where they were. They didn't close things down back then, or knock things down. They just kept them shuttered up until some enterprising fool with a lick of paint, a P.A. and a couple of decks came round and made it into the next music mecca. I use the word advisedly. There's places which smelt of piss and you wouldn't want to be alone there if you were on your own, but when it was one of those bands on you'd just have to go along, and it turned into kind of heaven. Besides they were always open late and you could drink till your hearts content.


And my heart was VERY content at that! So I guess one day I didn't come home. I was too in love with the life the music and everything. And if you've got a bit of a grin on you someone will always lend you a tenner or get you a drink and I never had any problem with that. The only problem was getting home and eventually I stopped getting home. But I watched the city and I watched as these new places grew and grew and I figured that if I didn't or couldn't sleep on the streets or in the basements or in the bars themselves, then I could move on and sleep in some of these palatial places.


During the day you see, I'd be a tourist in my own town. It was great just wandering round, especially in the winter, hands deep in pocket and looking for the ways in. I watched where the services came into the building, and later as they were filling in the city's spaces I would creep in, and see how easy it was to find a place in these buildings. They all had warm places, good places, and if you were careful and took your bearings, you could move from one to another and nobody would ever know you were living there. That's when I saw how it was going wrong, all this building and nobody ever living there! I waited and waited for months sometimes and the For Sale signs went up and the Sold signs went up but it was like every one was waiting for everyone else to make money on the deal, and I never got to see a thing that was going on for real; but I laughed about it then: "these are the crack dens of the future" I thought. Us rats always need a place to hide, and over time, these became my homes.


It was easy to jammy the locks on an empty flat, to come in at a time when the porter was changing shifts. The thing is, as they got higher and higher and denser and denser I got a sense that it wasn't just one or two of them that was standing empty but the lot. It was all some kind of con-city, a virtual-world, and I saw that happening. I began to watch the cable television channels and the internet sites and I realised that everyone else was doing the same thing. By the twenties and thirties, and I was getting on a bit in the old currency, by then, you could tell that nobody was actually doing anything anymore.


They'd concreted over the roads to stop the cars coming in to the city, and made new ordinances for electric cars, and this was even before the oil ran out, and these were small one-person buggies and I could tell that they were just being parked up in underground car parks, and people got on their conveyor belt and went to work, and that was how the world had changed. It took a while to realise how little you needed to go out. I'd phone out for pizza and Chinese and Iranian food – that was big for a while - they'd always come and be put on my "room number" and I never knew who paid for any of it; everything was automatic by then, and you couldn't have folding money or any such thing, and besides, none of the dive bars I used to go were left; they'd all been turned into more buggy-parks, or retail malls or luxury pads.


It kept the economy going I guess, and somehow I was part of it but I wasn't part of it. The only times I stepped out were when I was trying to get some parts for the various equipment I carried around. I did like my music – up until twenty, thirty years ago – but it then became impossible to get the replacement parts. We had these cassette decks, and compact disks and record players – you're looking at me strange, like I'm talking Sanskrit? Tell your machine to show you what they look like.



It's been sixty years since anyone's made any new records or CDs or cassettes, but the old ones suited me fine for a while, more durable than anyone ever thought. What do you mean, you've never heard music? I guess it became unfashionable when people stopped believing in it. You had to be young, in love, and see the gleam in the eyes of the wannabe stars, and hear the band kick in through claustrophobic speakers. But even then you could see how it was going. Everything had to be on-tap, on the internet or the cable channel, and nobody knew anymore what it was like to see a band live, and be part of that experience. Like alcohol and cigarettes and drugs and sex – music was like all of those things, better than them in some ways – but linked to them as well; not one without the other.



Ah, it's coming back, it's coming back. I can hum you an old tune in an old way, but you've probably not got the ears to here it. Probably got one of them filters in, haven't you? Only listen to what you've been programmed to listen to. Well, I don't know. This perfect world's all right, but its not got anything to live for in it, has it? I'm tired now. How old did I say I was? One hundred and thirty four! That's too old to be thinking about the old days.


I just want to rest in peace now. There's nothing much left for me here. You say you're the police? I didn't realise. I don't talk to the police. I've remembered now, yeah, this is my name. Check me out in the books and on the screens – I'm everywhere. Archie's my name, Mr. Policeman, Archie Tecture's my name. I've been the ruin of this fair city.



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Publication date: May 2006
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Every town has its monsters. But only when their rage explodes and unspeakable crimes are committed do we realise we hold them in our midst. Some are unpredictable psychopaths, others achieve notoriety after a moment of madness when a single out-of-character act changes their lives forever. One thing is for certain, homicide comes in many guises – the only thing most have in common is a corpse.
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You're twice as likely to be murdered in Glasgow as London, more likely than in Belfast, Paris or Berlin. It is the Murder Capital of Europe. Murder Capital exposes the city's underbelly in hundreds of modern murder tales. All bloody, all violent, all true. Written by Reg McKay who loves the city and knows about crime from the inside.
Publication date: June 2006
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Paul Ferris ruled crime in Scotland, but when he was released from prison in 2002 he told the world that he was walking away from his life of crime. Vendetta tells the astonishing inside story of what happened next to Paul Ferris. And it’s a story of international gangsters, hit contracts, murders, bank scams, Essex-boy torturers, corrupt politics, crack-head hit-men, knife duels, securi-wars, drugs, guns, Yardies, terrorists and more.
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  1. Vendetta
  2. The Law Killers
  3. The Last Godfather
  4. Glasgow's Hard Men
  5. Glasgow's Godfather
  6. Gangland Glasgow
  7. The Torso in the Tank
  8. Glasgow Crimefighter
  9. Blood on the Streets
  10. Blood and Granite

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Hi All... thought I would contribute with some of my own favourites. 


If you are a fan of crime fiction, then it doesn't get much better than

Martina Cole. 


Read any one of her many fantastic books, and you'll be hooked.


Or your money back...


About Martina Cole
Martina Cole was born and brought up in Essex.
Her first novel, DANGEROUS LADY, was an instant bestseller
and became a highly successful TV drama series.
Since then Martina Cole has written six more bestselling novels set
in the criminal underworld, one of which, THE JUMP, was also made
into a successful television drama.

I'd rather be hated for what I am, than loved for what I am not".

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Must check those out, Admin. Just reading one of this summers

Quick Reads by Val McDermid, CLEANSKIN.



When career criminal, Jack Farlowe's body is found

washed-up on a Suffolk shore, it looks to the police

like a clear-cut case. Broken-hearted at his daughter's

death, he has drowned himself - good riddance and one

less crime to solve, according to CID. Then again, maybe

not. For, one by one, Farlowe's enemies are being killed.

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