Stumped.

I like trees as much as the next man, provided the next man isn’t some thick-as-mince Northumbrian with an itchy chainsaw finger. Oddly enough I had read something about Sycamore Gap a few months ago and was half-heartedly half-filled with a faint feeling of nostalgia for the time I went to the cinema in Harrow […]

So Many Ways To Consider.

It’s felt so long since my last post that I’m beginning to wonder if I can tell the time anymore. In writing this out of a simple need to write anything at all I realise I’ve very likely said all this stuff before, but then life is complicated enough so I see no harm in […]

Womb raider.

On October 17th 2015, the first onstupidity.com post emerged. Kicking, screaming, bloodied, shitted and repulsively grotesque in a rather vivid, medieval sort of a way. Who knew it would grow up to be the towering failure it is today? Since that cold autumnal afternoon (I can’t remember if it was cold, but it feels like […]

Never A Curtain For Burton.

The moment I heard of Michael Parkinson’s death one name immediately leapt to mind. And it wasn’t Michael Parkinson again, although he was a good chap and a fine interviewer and I hope he rests in peace; though I might have to take a couple of marks off for being such a shameless Yorkshireman. It […]

Sinead In The Shade.

I’ve just watched the first five minutes of ‘Avatar: The Way Of Water’, and to be honest I can really see what all the fuss is about. I’m sure that out there somewhere is a 26 year old critic who has only ever seen three other films, altogether, but was ready immediately to declare this […]

Just Stop.

I’m starting to think it’s about time we started to think about stopping ‘Just Stop Oil’. I mean, surely they must be getting a bit bored of themselves by now. I know I would be, certainly if I’d been recreationally derelict enough to commit more time than is healthy to the least effective protest campaign […]

To Have Had The 90’s.

Lots of mistakes. I thought it would be appropriate. It is only with hindsight that I wish I had made more of the Britpop years. Britpop may be an awful name, one that various leading lights of the time are still either very proud or very ashamed to have coined, but as a cultural movement […]

A Fox In The Grass.

I’m thinking of adopting a fox. Not like the animals you can adopt at a zoo. At the zoo they say to the kids: come on, adopt a hippo or a penguin or a lion, but they don’t mean it really. Instead, what they mean is that you essentially pay for the food bill and […]

The dying art.

The trick to dying is making a good job of your timing. James Dean timed his death very poorly – firmly on the way up and at that time in his life easily one of the coolest human beings in existence; he must have been kicking himself. Vincent Van Gogh was the same, dust to […]

Eurotrash.

I’ve had an idea for a song. It’s about freedom. No, it’s about community. No, it’s about triumph over adversity. No, it’s about cultural oppression. No, it’s about mental health issues. No, it’s about rainbows and machine guns. No, it’s about fear and friendship. No, it’s about world peace and Winnie Mandela’s favourite rent boy. […]