The Fall Of The Machines.

The boiler is knackered. It decides for itself when to come on (which in fairness does mark it out as more consciously intelligent than most boilers) and, just as crucially, when to go off. I can’t speak for everyone, but I think it’s safe to say that when it comes to this time of year […]

Out With A Bing.

You can say whatever you like about Friends. It may be dated and have all kinds of behaviour and dialogue that some unbearable prude would like you to think bordered on essence-of-Viking, but that doesn’t really matter as it isn’t true and, crucially, Friends had the advantage of being funny. And what’s even more important […]

The Middle Ground.

It was raining outside this morning. Proper rain. Mild (for this time of year, as the saying goes), but wet. The nights have stopped starting to draw in and are now just drawing away of their own accord, painting over the light with murky abandon. Summer and early Autumn are lost and now we shuffle […]

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 […]