Tommy 2.0

   London has literally been around forever. With a multitude of sights, sounds, smells and tastes, there's something for everyone. In the past month, I myself have begun to scratch the surface on weekends. Come forth and let me share my experiences. Or, if you want to know what it's really like, watch Love Actually .    My first jaunt was to a cinema so secret, it's called Secret Cinema . The date was Sunday 5th March, the film Moulin Rouge . For those unfamiliar with the concept, you while away an evening in a purpose built set, combining live action performances with a screening of the film in question. Nothing's secret really, as the film and location are provided beforehand. Presumably, this is so people aren't left wandering the streets, wondering what they've signed up for.    Photos are strictly forbidden, but I'd describe my venture to late 19th century Montmartre as boozy, magical and slightly embarrassing, when one of the actors tried to make

   Inspired by recent goings on in Camp Nou, Barcelona's majestic football stadium, I've tasked myself with listing and ranking the greatest comebacks of all time. Where does Barcelona's stunning comeback over Paris St Germain a fortnight ago stand? Let's find out.    Parameters are required, and I've decided to consider one comeback from each of the following fields: Football, Artists, Sayings, Clever Ideas and Shocking Movies, or FASCISM for short. Each entrant will be awarded a score out of 5, determining the greatest, and those I needn't have bothered mentioning.    I've found the time to do this, following my own recent comeback to working life coming to an abrupt end after only 10 days. Football 'Outrageous Celebrations' - Barcelona 6-1 Paris St Germain (Agg: 6-5) - 08/03/2017    Trailing 4-0 from the 1st leg, Barcelona had to do what no team had done before, except Dunfermline Athletic weirdly, and turn around a 4-goal defic

   Last week I was alerted to a Buzzfeed article, asking the reader to 'Meet The Man Who Stopped Thousands Of People Becoming HIV-Positive' . Imagine my surprise when, upon opening the article, I was left wondering if I had indeed already met the man, in the mirror!    As well as the familiar image catching my eye, a checklist accompanying the banner also got me questioning if it was indeed me. Homeless? Technically no, but I'm also not what you'd call a homeowner. Unemployed? At the time of reading the article, yes. Stopped Thousands Contracting HIV? Technically yes. By not having HIV, nor sleeping with thousands of people, I'd say I fit the criteria.    It soon became clear, once I'd navigated past the image, that the article wasn't about myself. It was actually about Greg Owen, predominantly referred to by his surname Owen; a homeless, unemployed, former sex worker, with a soft-Belfast accent. Had it been about me, I'd have loved the B