November 2010
1 post
Remember, remember...
Yesterday, in true English fashion, my beloved friends and I trudged through spectacularly rainy rain and shoe-ruiningly squelchy mud to ‘ooh’ at some sparkly rockets and a big fire (kindly sponsored by a windscreen replacement service, BBC Radio Cambridgeshire and a father-and-son plumbing company) celebrating the fact that some king didn’t in fact get blown up by some guy a...
October 2010
7 posts
Friends Connections
I grew up on a specialised diet. A diet involving VHS recordings, Saturday telly and Weetos. Weekends were sacred. Up by 9. Move to parents’ bed. Slowly oust them with starfish limbs. Turn on SMTV:Live, eat disgustingly delicious processed ‘cereal’, get high on E-numbers and spray crumbs everywhere. Lie in crumby, sticky, borrowed nest, laughing at the inane activities of Ant,...
Winter Wonderland?
It’s nearly November. Aside from my deep-seated concerns about where the bloody hell most of 2010 wandered off to, I’m beginning to think that the Seasonal Affective Disorder thingy that the papers always talk about might not be such utter bullshit as I once thought. I’m cold, knackered and am eating chocolate digestives to add a walrus-like layer of blubber for insulation. As...
Sigh No More.
I both love and abhor iTunes Shuffle. And I think it both loves and abhors me.
When I’m working, I like soft, slightly melancholy music – Death Cab for Cutie, Coldplay, David Gray. I think Shuffle knows this. Because it went through about twelve minutes of lovely, soothing, work-conducive tracks this morning, before spitting Under Pressure by Queen at me, completely wrecking my train of...
Colons are Ugly: Discuss
Before we begin, children, I’d like to clarify for the scatalogically-minded amongst you, that no, I’m not talking that kind of colon. I’m talking punctuation. Call me irrational, but the little buggers are just plain ugly. Although, come to think of it, perhaps the colon is so unpalatable precisely because of the poo connotations. But then again, it might be down to the techies...
Animation for the Nation
‘I don’t look back darling, it distracts from the now.’
Surely, when he created and voiced the diminutive and endearingly cuboid Edna Mode, Pixar magician Brad Bird knew the deep significance of the message he was passing on to the wide-eyed youngsters watching his film open-mouthed with joy of pant-wetting proportions. Don’t look back. No regrets. You make your own luck....
