Dominic Preston

Managing Commerce Editor at Android Police for the day job, food writer at Braise for the obligatory side hustle, former philosopher, and occasional freelancer on film, TV, videogames, and more

White rice congee

It’s a running joke between my partner and I that almost every argument we’ve ever had has been sparked by food. What we’re eating, who’s cooking it, and why did you slice the green beans like that? Of course, nine times out of ten we’re not really arguing about the cooking. It’s work, or money, or the cashmere jumper that accidentally made its way into the washing machine. Food is simply the spark that ignites the flame, ever-present in our life together and so ever a risk for disagreement. T

Feargus Urquhart is doing what he does best

Few have left as heavy a mark on the world of role-playing games (RPGs) as Feargus Urquhart. Across a decades-long career as both developer and publisher he’s worked on three Fallout games, most of the good Dungeons & Dragons titles, and even an unexpectedly successful RPG spin on South Park. That track record makes it all the stranger that the latest two releases from Obsidian Entertainment, the development studio he’s led since founding it in 2003, aren’t RPGs at all. The Honey I Shrunk the

Best coffee: beans and ground coffee for top espresso

There are few pleasures quite like making really the best coffee for yourself at home. It’s warming, it’s delicious, it wakes you up, and you get to start your day by throwing a metaphorical middle finger at the Starbucks and Costas of the world. What could be better? UPDATE:Pret has revealed that it is now offering a coffee subscription service. The first month is free, then you pay £20 a month for as many drinks as you want - it's not just for coffees, either but frappes, teas and other thing

In praise of The Fly – the body horror that’s all in your head

Despite its venerable age, David Cronenberg’s The Fly remains the body horror to beat. Viewed today, it’s the film’s purity of purpose that stands out, the relentless commitment to breaking the human body down and putting it back together in all the ways it isn’t meant to be. It’s the platonic ideal of a body horror movie, a perfect 96 minutes of acid vomit and oozing flesh. And oh, the flesh. “You only know society’s straight line about the flesh,” Jeff Goldblum rants late on in the film. “You