Believe me, I get it. It’s vacuous nonsense. Simon Cowell is the devil and is single-handedly ruining the music industry. They’re all terrible, untalented shills, radio-friendly unit-shifters. Except they’re not. Not really. Granted, I really dislike Cher, but Rebecca is clearly a pretty solid vocalist. And whilst Matt’s particular brand of whiny renditions of female …
There was a massive, deeply personal post here, but on consideration, I’ve decided it’s perhaps unsuitable for publication, and hidden it. Apologies. Instead, some clutter from the last few weeks in an attempt to get the blog back on course! I went to Brighton on Sunday with friends, and we went on The Super Booster …
When I was a younger, more adventurous man, I used to engage in activities that can best be described as “fucking retarded”. These distractions used to take many forms, such as shouting “Steve!” whenever someone spilled a drink (I’ll explain in a future post), to gorging on insane amounts of food, just to test the …
The average UK male has just over 3 pairs of shoes, apparently. If that’s true, I have a lot of shoes. Far more than is appropriate, and that’s not even counting footwear specifically designed for various sports. About a year ago, a friend got a new pair of Nike 6.0s, and I became a bit …
It’s Sunday night, which means new ‘Mad Men’ tonight (squeal!), so this seems like an opportune time to wrap up the other US season openers from this week. First up, my favourite new show of last season: ‘Community’. As my love of ‘HIMYM’ and ‘Chuck’ should have established, I’m a sucker for smart shows with …
Ten years ago, I lived in the best flat I’ve ever had. It had a massive kitchen, plain pastel walls, high ceilings and an air hockey table. I rated above all these things, though, the fact that the flat received no TV reception. There was an aerial in the kitchen, but no TV. This isn’t …
I have resurrected my blog from my old server, and am going to make a determined effort to post verbose and meandering articles as regularly as I can. In the meantime: BUS RIDER!
Ah, don’t you just love it when your home-town makes the news? As more and more is revealed during this macabre trial, it’s the bizarre turns-of-phrase and curious details that pique my interest: The court saw CCTV footage showing the pair on a bus heading for Arbroath with a Lidl bag. Surely “carrier bag” or …
I came across this story on the BBC News website. Aside from the quite frankly terrifying urban weapon of ‘fireworks-in-a-jar’, I was struck by the bizarre accompanying image. An artist’s impression of fireworks-in-a-jar would probably be irresponsible, as would a photo of the scorched house, so a picture of a police car is an understandable …
I’m clearly nowhere near organised enough to keep a daily blog, so sporadic posting will probably be the norm around here. Whilst this particular case was probably horrifying to wake up to, realising you’ve just slept with a grade-A nutter is always epic. Some chicks write your name on their school books, or doodle their …