Sep 1, 2010 1
Iconic television, or a bloated twat hatchery?
I made a big mistake the other day.
The most frustrating thing is that it’s a mistake I make at least once a year, and every time I tell myself not to make the same mistake again.
Apr 29, 2010 1
A long, self-indulgent story that starts in a far-off past and ends in a chilling vision of the future
This is a story about men. Met who met in a distant age, before everyone had iPhones and laptops and wi-fi and facebook and neither the means nor indeed the inclination for the constant, relentless barrage of shared information which, if we’re all honest, is just another welcome distraction from what we actually should be doing.
It was 1999, and I was starting university. I had terrible dress sense; a velour luminous orange v-neck Cotton Traders shirt was the worst offender, usually accompanied with black shiny plastic-effect trousers. Inexplicably I was single. Read the rest of this entry »
Dec 28, 2009 5
A fairly pitiful list, malaria tablets and pissing all over my green suit
The first five music tapes I ever bought, in rough chronological order, are:
- WWF Superstars — Slam Jam (Bought from WHSmiths in Alfreton in 1992 at the same time as…)
- HWA (Hedgehogs With Attitude) — Supersonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Theme)
- WWF Superstars — Westlemania: The Album (Can’t remember where I bought this from. Probably the aforementioned WHSmiths)
- Meat Loaf — Bat Out Of Hell II: Back Into Hell (Woolworths, Matlock)
- Gabrielle — Dreams [single] (Our Price, Sheffield City Centre)
Nov 25, 2009 4
Two Welshmen, Gavin & Stacey and a guy in black
This week sees the return of the BBC’s flagship sitcom Gavin and Stacey. That the show is the BBC’s flagship comedy is more a sad indictment on the state of the current output of television comedy in this country than it is praise for the show itself. At the risk of sounding like a bitter, hateful bastard, I like Gavin and Stacey. But I like it in the same way that I like Friends. It’s watchable, fairly harmless and it raises a few chuckles, but it’s rarely brilliant. Read the rest of this entry »
Nov 9, 2009 5
Cleaver Las Vegas and The Best Thing I’ve Ever Seen
This weekend the missus and I attended our ninth and final wedding-related event of 2009. We drove to a lovely picturesque part of the country known as “up north,” for the wedding reception of a very good mate of mine, Richard Cleaver — more commonly known simply as Cleave. He’s the only person I know with his own theme tune: “Cleaver Las Vegas” sung to the tune of a well known Elvis song of a similar title. Read the rest of this entry »