One more stupider.

Cautionary note: in a stale attempt to be informative, poignant and witty all at once I have made the error of waging war on three fronts and, just as history teaches us, failed to succeed on any of them. It’s been nearly 3 weeks. I’m getting sloppy. No, correction: I am sloppy. I’m getting sloppier. […]

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Nothing like a good song.

Classical music, I am ashamed to say, has never particularly been my bag. It’s not that certain pieces don’t rouse me (I don’t have the time or energy to prove myself with specifics) it’s just that the format tends to lean towards those with enough attention span to endure it, let alone adore it. As […]

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Is there no end to him?

Chris Evans is a seemingly unstoppable force of annoyance. He is an usually high pollen count to an allergy riddled child. A cheap wool scarf wrapped too tight on a hot day. An ingrowing hair on the inner thigh, just below the genitals. He is an itch that cannot be scratched and a foul smelling, […]

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The point?

Aimless and cross-purposed. Futile and almost unreadable. As good as can be given the circumstances and time allowance. Punctuationally flawed. If that’s a word. People can generally be divided into 2 types: those who laugh at, and those who don’t laugh at, other people’s misfortunes. There is a misconception that people who find other people […]

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A word on Burt.

Hello and welcome to September. I realise I had foolishly promised to fill you in on some more special days to recognise in August but I never got round to it. That’s the kind of service you get here – second rate and unreliable. One thing you could rely on though, certainly according to Alan […]

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Tinkling away.

When we went up north with Lorraine and Pascale we popped into an HMV and amongst the albums I came out with was Soul Mining by The The. My first ever The The album. What took me so long? Sitting outside with a drink later on Pascale filled me in a little on The The […]

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This smells off.

It must have been hard for Donald Russell at school. All that Maths and English and Science and stinky Geography. After all, such academic pursuits would have been almost irrelevant given what wee Donald was day dreaming about as he most likely stared out across the playground to the rain lashed heather and thistles beyond. […]

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Dare to dream.

Last night I had a dream where I was walking up a really steep hill lined with expensive but tasteless houses. When I got to the top there was a kind of piazza and I noticed a restaurant/café style place that looked interesting. It turns out it was owned by Beyoncé and Kanye West, which […]

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