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At the end of 2008 a bunch of us went to Copenhagen for a random weekend trip. “What’s that got to do with anything? It’s the end of 2010 for god’s sake!”, I hear you impatiently scream at your monitor, wondering what in the name of arse I mean by talking about something so old…
Just got an email that said “Iron Maiden, Justin Bieber & Placido Domingo at the O2”. I thought, “Fuck me, that’s an odd lineup”.
Whether or not you think Movember’s going well I suppose depends on what metric you’re applying to the thing. In terms of moustache growing by yours truly, it’s putting along a bit slower than I’d like, to be honest. The growing of facial hair used to be a specialist skill of mine, and many’s been…
Just found my brother’s old homebrew business card. Cracks me up.
Awesome headline: Porpoises rescue Dick Van Dyke
My friend Emma made me some Ninjabread Men. She is awesome.
The First Of November. You all know what that means by now, I’m sure. According to the Rules of Movember, any traces of facial hair (other than the eyebrows) were removed from my grinning visage on Hallowe’en, and today the moustache growing starts afresh. And the question, as always, is… What Type Of Moustache…
When Warhol made his famous “15 minutes of fame” quote I suspect he meant 15 continuous minutes, rather than the sporadic splattergun effect which I’ve been putting into play of late. So, after appearing a photo in The Sun, a 2-page spread in the Virgin Trains magazine, in the background of an ITV News report…
I’ve stared at the back of both of their heads. In what turned out to be a bit of a science-heavy week, HC, PB & I sauntered along to the Royal Albert Hall (coincidentally – my co-burrito-addict Mital came along the same night, but he was positioned up in the nosebleed section) to listen to…