It’s 2008. There’s too much choice. We’re drowning in options. It doesn’t matter if you’re looking for something to read, something to watch, something to listen to or somewhere to go - faced with a wall of choices, it’s easier to sit back with a drink and forget that for this generation, in ways like never before, the world is our oyster...

Dazzled by this paradox of choice it’s no wonder many of us end up festering on the sofa come the end of the day, never mind the end of the week. We kill ourselves just to bring home enough cash to imagine we can afford a life. But we can’t all be those beautiful people who seem to spend every waking hour away from the desk living the high life, brushing shoulders with tomorrow’s ‘it’ people, being seen in all the right places, forever being there before the cool fades. Some of us just aren’t cut out for that.

So when it comes to killing time, it’s got to count. It’s got to mean something more than just being able to say you’ve done it.

It’s all well and good reading something that tells you who the director was, who played the lead, when the play was first performed, when the next LP is out or why you should go see these works of art - but what does that actually mean? Where’s a review that tells you what it’s like to experience the thing.

Killing Time sets out to tell you where it’s been, what happened there and whether it’s worth your precious time to go there.