Wait until next year

Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today

Category: not sport

Where there is error, may we bring truth

Last night there were certain parts of the UK out in force celebrating the death of Margaret Thatcher. In some ways I don’t blame them. Her policies destroyed whole communities, destroyed lives. But ultimately celebrating her death feels pointless. I get queasy at the thought of celebrating anyone’s death, anyway. But celebrating her death when her legacy lives on across the UK feels like a pretty futile and unproductive exercise. Read the rest of this entry »

Quick and Not-Particularly-Good Booze Reviews

Three bottles of beer

A night in with some craft beer and I figured I’d record a few thoughts whilst still under the influence. Obviously, I am a sensible drinker, so this isn’t as reckless as you might think. I am well aware that heavy drinking and posting stuff on the internet is not a great mix. I’m sure none of you need me getting all tired and emotional on you all, telling you I love you and miss you all very much. Read the rest of this entry »

Sunday Consuming Stuff

Rather scary Easter bunny

Happy Easter folks. Something to read, something to listen to and something to watch. Read the rest of this entry »

Neither here nor there

Aerial view of housing

The town I have moved to does not exist. Well, not officially, anyway. I mean, you can find road signs directing you there and if you stopped someone in the street to ask them where exactly you were they could tell you, but it isn’t a real place. You see, the post office does not recognise the town, instead allocating two different postcodes to the town, attached to two neighbouring towns. So, at least in the eyes of the post office, it isn’t an official place. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ll be your whatever you want

There is a pretty good case to be made that Cannonball by The Breeders was the best single of 1993. I think you could even make a case that it was the best single of the whole decade. If it happened to be someone’s favourite single ever I don’t think I’d be that surprised. Read the rest of this entry »

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