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This morning whilst preparing to go to work (obviously, about 30 minutes later than I should have been) there was a knock at the door. I bounded up the stairs, muttering swearwords about who would be disturbing my preparations, and was greeted upon opening the door by none other than a Royal Mail delivery man. …
Yesterday was the UK release of the new 3G iPhone. This, on the O2 website: Now the thing is, for quite a while now O2 have been taking pre-registrations of interest from people wanting an iPhone. I understand there’s all kinds of issues that could arise from availability of stock from Apple, and so on,…
The multi-million pound musical spectacular that is Lord of the Rings (the musical) leaves London on July 19th (one review hinted that it might be going to New Zealand at one point – the words “coal” and “Newcastle” leap swiftly to mind), and when it became apparent that I could score a ticket-and-dinner deal for…
The other day I was having one of those existential crises that rears its ugly head from time to time – it was my 32nd birthday on the 28th of June, and my life at the minute consists primarily of mucking about and having a good time. Society insinuates this millstone-like character on the age…
Well done by the way to thelondonpaper on Friday for their incredibly sensitive and well-executed false front-cover advertising feature. On the same day that the actual lead news story is about 2 French biochemistry students being stabbed over 200 times in their South London flat, the advertising feature was for the new series of Dexter…
I’m a big fan of careering off on illogical adventures at relatively short notice, so when my housemate James asked me about a fortnight ago if I wanted to come to Reykjavik for a free Bjork gig I mightily hit the “YES” button with mahoosive portions of enthusiasm. The first thing to hit me about…
Two things tend to spring to mind when I hear the word “ventriloquist”: 1) the ancient art of making one’s voice appear like it’s coming from somewhere other than where it is. 2) a prat wearing a bow tie systematically and creepily grinning at an audience while the lips move on the puppet up whose…
So there I go telling everyone my blog’s back up & running, and since having done so I haven’t written a bloody sausage. And now’s not the time to start, either. Got to dash to Stansted – I’m off to Iceland for the weekend. That’s the country, not the supermarket.
We had a fire drill this morning – not the regular weekly test of the fire alarm, which seems to serve little purpose other than to train us further into a state of ignoring the sound of the fire alarm. This was a proper drill, complete with building evacuation & appraisal by the man from…
Since I was about 14 I’ve been a keen reader of the English comic/magazine Viz. It’s not the type of journal anyone’s ever going to claim is educational or informative, but it is definitely bloody silly, and that’s perfectly good enough for me. The only reason I really mention it is because I was thumbing…