Let it all out, G.B.

I’ll be honest with you; I’m not in a good mood. My usual optimism (?) has been spread far too thin recently and today I feel like I’ve been tipped over the edge. The last month or so has been a string of unfortunate events: car problems, work problems, boiler problems (and therefore money problems) […]

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They don’t even sell plums.

So today we are having our boiler replaced. I cannot ever remember having a rosy relationship with a boiler. From the moment I first lived away from home the boilers in my life have been, to put it mildly, shit. When I bought my first flat the boiler there would tick over for ages before […]

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A bit more on reality.

Watching reality TV is just a thing. It is a sponge for some of my hard earned time and shifting attention. It is relentless, almost as relentless as my desire to be filled with nothing for an hour or so every night. Reality TV is a fat slice of white bread: stodgy and bland and […]

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Sugar and…….

It can’t be for the money. Except for Mel B. And she surely can’t be short of a few bob. So I don’t really get the point. The Spice Girls may have been bigger than sliced bread and cocaine for a couple of years but the announcement of their re-union (again) hasn’t filled me with […]

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Call me by my silly name.

Call me Mary. I know I’ve just nicked that from the start of Moby Dick. To be honest I never really got past the first line. But then I am a cat, what do you expect? Him has cloaked my true identity for too long. It is time to reveal myself to the world. No, […]

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Know him by his name.

Kevin Costner reckoned the best actor he ever worked with was Gene Hackman. He also said the biggest star he ever worked with was Sean Connery. He’s got good taste and both those chaps are living legends but, alas, neither have done a scrap of work for years. Ask me if I prefer Hackman or […]

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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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