Monthly Archives: July 2014

Sometimes I struggle to see where this guy is coming from. Sure, there is a semi-knowing reference to the lack of impact this status has on the world but it’s still not something I can get on board with. I … Continue reading →

I had the misfortune of not being arsed to turn over the TV tonight when All Star Mr and Mrs  was on ITV tonight. What a depressing TV show. Not the content: the content is poor, no doubt. But depressing because … Continue reading →

At the risk of being remarkably trite this was probably my best birthday. Ever. Yes, I received a lovely coffee machine while will allow me to make wanky coffees to my heart’s content. Yes, I got the retro United shirt … Continue reading →

I’m no arbiter of what’s not and what is fat. I’m not the judge and jury of obesity – I don’t even think that’s a thing. I certainly don’t want to judge obesity or appearances. I am not the Daily … Continue reading →

Sometimes I had a bit more of the devil in me. I recently thought of something that would be amazing to do but I wouldn’t go through with it. It would also be too much effort and messing about. So … Continue reading →

I don’t mind a survey. They can be a bit annoying though. I know it’s on purpose, but they’re forcing you into a corner with some choices and then they are used as evidence to suggest choices that aren’t made … Continue reading →

I get The Observer every Sunday. I often read almost nine pages of it. I read most of the sport section I’m interested in, I read most of the arts and culture. I get bits of the magazine covered. The … Continue reading →

Tour [in]difference. The play on words is mainly all I have to go at. OK. It’s not. I am a bit indifferent to The Tour De France. And I don’t want to be. I am certainly not anti-professional cycling. I’m … Continue reading →