Dec 18, 2009 1
…both metaphorically and very literally.
2pm local time yesterday I sat sweating in the relative cool of the hotel reception, the thermometer on the wall proudly boasting 34 degrees C in said relatively cool area (it must have been another 5 degrees warmer outside. It was – and at the risk of dumbfounding you with meteorological jargon - stinking fucking hot). Read the rest of this entry »
Sep 24, 2009 2
To paraphrase Crisis Correspondent Spartacus Mills from The Day Today:
If you’ve got a psychology book at home, take it out, throw it in the bin — it’s worthless. Psychology books, now, will have to be rewritten.
If you don’t want to throw them away then at the very least find the section on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs and rip it out, replacing it with my own, much better, Oktoberfest Hierarchy of Needs: Read the rest of this entry »
Sep 6, 2009 1
Friday night, The Grapes public house, Belper. I’ve just fielded some text messages and calls regarding an angry young man who wants to know why he hasn’t been selected to play cricket this weekend. My pint arrives, the first of the evening. I sip it. It isn’t what I ordered but I don’t care. The phone rings. The girlfriend. Long-suffering, I roll my eyes theatrically and answer. “Hello?”
Girlfriend [in hysterics]: “I think Malcolm’s got myxomatosis.”
