On what I wrote today
8th April 2011
It was this, and people seemed to like it. Hope you do too.
On a most peculiar meal
31st March 2011
A local Japanese restaurant recently started offering an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Japanese food is a favourite of both mine and Joan’s, it’s only drawback being that it’s somewhat on the dear side. Thus the notion of a free-for-all sashimi tuck-in at only £14.95 a head appeals, not only because it would metaphorically lend this beleaguered country a helping hand, but also because I like to eat a LOT OF FOOD.
On pigs and monkeys
1st February 2011
– THE world is an wasteland of grief beset by pestilence, war, famine and death.
– THE coalition government is dismantling brick by brick all aspects of British life held dear.
– ANDY Murray was annihilated by Novak Djokovic in the final of the Australian Open.
Which is why we all need this (sound required).
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On the murder of Joanna Yeates
20th January 2011
Guess who’s back (me)
Back again (me)
Saul is back (me)
Tell a friend (do)
Hello everyone I know and don’t know.
It’s been a while since the last blog but then you see I’ve been a little busy what with appearing in the Guardian and generally prancing around like a media luvvie-tit.
On the perils of Twitter
28th October 2010
This blog is about Twitter, the new craze that’s sweeping 6% of the nation!
On this…
14th October 2010
Hello.
The this in question is a short animation I have writted and directorised.
I’ve called it ADOPTED.
Hope you enjoy.
(warning: contains swearing and nuts)
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On a story Nick told me
24th September 2010
My friend Naughty Nick told me a story yesterday.
On Anatidaephobia
14th September 2010
Anatidaephobia is defined as a pervasive, irrational fear that one is being watched by a duck.
On Big Brother
13th September 2010
On Saturday morning I got up, watched the last ever Big Brother and cried. Quietly maybe so the neighbours didn’t hear, but there were definitely tears.
On Llanrhaeadr
25th August 2010
I am silly. A very silly boy. I’ve waited far too long to write up my recent trip to Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant (trans: village of the pigs over the bridge near the river in the valley or some such). Oh well. Any lapses in memory I will endeavour to plug with colourless fabricated anecdotes.