
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Saturday afternoon's alright for fighting
(a) Phil Babb
Philip Andrew Babb (born 30 November 1970 in Lambeth, London) is an English-born Irish former professional footb
aller, who played mainly as a central defender.(b) Pete Best
I think he was the drummer what got sacked from the Beatles before they got dead famous.
He has a moustache, I think.
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Warning: Flammable material
Figure 1. Jimmy Saville, suited
but not booted
Noun
Singularshell suit
Pluralshell suits
shell suit (plural shell suits)
A lightweight tracksuit consisting of a matching zip-front jacket and matching elasticated trousers, each having an outer nylon shell, often bearing panels and flashes of different colours, and inner cotton lining; popular in the late 1980s and early 1990s both as sportswear and as general leisurewear.
Blog dude is thinking about getting one of these from a charity shop and wearing it all the time, even in bed and everything. And at job interviews and funerals and stuff. Blog dude is old enough to have experienced the heyday of said garment, when everyone thought they were the business; one simply had to have a decent shellsuit just to avoid looking like a dick.
How fashions change, eh?
The blog dude attends a University in the north of England and thinks he would turn a few heads in a shellsuit.
Sunday, 27 September 2009
27th Sept 2009


Saturday, 26 September 2009
MAYORAL
I immediately began to wonder who or what MAYORAL might be.
The conclusion I have come to is this: I believe that MAYORAL is the reincarnated spirit of a 16th century tyrant warlord seeking to exact revenge on humanity for ending his life.
It's very exciting!
If you have any comments to add or suggestions of your own about the identity of MAYORAL, please send them in.
26 Sept 2009
Welcome friends!
Also, welcome enemies.
This is the first in what promises to be both an exciting and un-exciting voyage . . . a shadowy flight into the world of a man who does not exist, if you like.
Each day (or every few days if the old memory loss/apathy kicks in), I will present to you here the musings of my largely uneventful existence. It will hopefully serve as an antidote to the standard journalistic fodder, the newspapers and television programmes that create fear and anxiety. I'll offer words of wisdom and motivation for you to take on your travels. There will be zero scaremongering.
All being well, if you tune in, you'll laugh, you'll cry . . . and then maybe laugh a little more.
And it's free.
Cool, eh?
Is wicked, non?
Today's topic : Lying
Do you lie? Not like a cat lies, relaxing on the floor after it's had its tea or just butchered some defenseless furry creature in the back garden.
The human kind - saying something you don't believe in, saying something that hasn't happened, saying something that you don't feel.
I was brought up in a kind-of christian environment. You go to Sunday school, they tell you that one of the Ten Commandments is that thou ' shalt not lie.' If you asked why (which kids do, cos they're smart), the priest or teacher or bible would tell you that is 'a sin.'
That never really answered much for me. It never really got to the root of why lying is a bad thing.
I've come to realise since then that honesty is the best policy. I've tried living a lie.
It doesn't work.
As much as you might try and wallpaper over the truth that is in your mind and body at any one time, it will just persist.
When you're earning a crust though, the rest of the world apparently isn't ready to open up; alcohol and prozac reign supreme, people will lie and cheat and tread over one another to climb the 'greasy pole', to get higher up the illusory 'property ladder.'
If you're not happy with your life and you're living a lie, you might want to change to the other side.
Just don't try doing it at work.