Rrrrrock et rrroll!
It’s not as often as I’d like that I get the chance to do a random quick dash out to Europe based on a wafer-thin premise, however Big Pete’s insistence that we go to an Iron Maiden gig provided just that impetus! Admittedly we could have gone to Twickenham, but they only had shite seats…
World exclusive!
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. …
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
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,…
Lord of the Wrongs
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…
Too much perspective?
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…
Tasteful Mac, real tasteful.
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…
Hot springs? Tick. Midnight sun? Tick. Ice and snow? Not so much.
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…
S’alright? S’ALRIGHT!
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…
In typical style…
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.