Open Letters to the annoying folks, you know who you are.
“Why is he still outside?” I asked. “He’s been out there ages.” “He’s scarifying the lawn.” I had never heard the term scarifying before, and it sounded absolutely terrifying. I had images of my friend jumping out on the lawn shouting “Boo!” or running around…
Once a year I look at this website and think, “Jesus it’s looking tired, perhaps I can jazz it up a bit?” I then spend a few hours teaching myself basic CSS code, testing a few things, fucking it up royally, before finally admitting that…
It is that time of year again where people give gifts and presents and hope against hope that the presents received this year are not total shite. I am beyond that of course, as I recognise that at twenty-thirteen it is unlikely I am going…
Unfortunately, Cliff has come down with a debilitating lurgy which I am in no hurry to catch, so the recording of this week’s podcast has been postponed until he recovers. Or I find a replacement co-presenter, though don’t hold your breath, as good help is…
Any of you that read this site via the RSS feeds probably won’t be reading this, as they have stopped working. This also applied to any podcast subscribers. The emails between myself and my host discussing the issue are, at best, incomprehensible. They tend to…
Facebook can be a right pain in the arse sometimes. Endless requests to be a pirate, play poker, send a virtual hug, or join cause X due to recent outrageous incident Y. It is exhausting. Other times, it can be an extremely useful tool to…
I had a killer post lined up for you today, but because it included a photo I took with my phone, my web host is now telling me that I have exceeded some quota or other which means you get a text only blog post…
We all have secret guilty pleasures. These are the things we enjoy, that we would rather people not know about. Whether that be something perfectly normal for a 33 year old man like enjoying a bubble bath, to something completely heinous like owning all James…
There are moments in a man’s journey, when he feels like he is passing from one phase of his life, to the next. It can be triggered by something small, but the dawning realisation of what is happening can be huge. Which is what happened…
I had always been bemused as to why women insist on having cubicles in their public conveniences. Especially when you see the length of the queues in even in a semi-popular venue. Surely it would make much more sense to have them all use some…