Mmm… Contrasty…

Hello Dolly isn’t typically the kind of musical I’d embrace, in my jaded old age – written in the 1960s, it very much embodies the fanciful & superficially wholesome stereotypical thing which kinda irritates me about the entire genre.  You know what I’m talking about.  As soon as the curtain …

Lookie likey

A comment on my previous post (from Wurst, who I gather breezed in from Stonch’s Beer Blog) brought up the turbulent topic of celebrity lookalike-ness.  He asserted that I looked like “a cross between Jaz Coleman and that singer who was in that show with an American guy from the …

Finally, a bit of culture

Following my earlier piece of hastily constructed drivel about the plinth project, I’ve not seen much of interest going on up there.  Of course unless you’re permanently glued to the webcast then there’s not much chance of that happening anyway… assuming anything of interest *does* happen. Charlie Brooker seems to …

The piece which explains why I was always so good at counting in multiples of 4

This post was sort of inspired by reading Wil Wheaton’s recent piece reminiscing about arcade gaming.  It was a particularly memory-inducing post, because as a child of the 80’s (or more accurate, a child of the mid-70’s, growing up in the 80’s), arcade games were a fairly present part of …

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