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Completing a Scandinavian triple-play on jasonbstanding.com I thought I’d share this little gem (yes, it’s a lot of blogging for one day, but that Copenhagen epic has been obstructing the flow in here for a couple of weeks): as many of you will know I’m a massive fan of the Radio 4 programme, I’m Sorry…
As festive season closes in around us, it’s worth mentioning my favourite civic fixture of the Scandinavian winter calendar – Sweden’s Gävle goat. As the name suggests, it’s a giant goat, and it’s built (this is the cunning part) in the town of Gävle. This is the 42nd time the goat has been erected, and…
Now, why would anyone in their right mind go to Scandinavia for a “lads’ weekend”? When any occasion is prefixed with “lads’”, it is transformed into a vision of a scabby darkened room where a bunch of boisterous blokes pissed on whatever third-rate warm swill that happens to be for sale in that darkened room…
December 1st. Movember‘s over for another year, and thanks to everyone’s generous donations my ‘tache has nudged a healthy £353.06 in the direction of The Prostate Cancer Charity. Once it hit the £250 mark I knew that simply cultivating a lip-slug wasn’t going to be sufficient, and decided to take it to the next level. …
I’m sure there must be a way of connecting yesterday’s news story “London exodus as Australians return home for jobs and sun” with last week’s somewhat heavily hyperbolised headline, “Aussie sperm floods UK” (making it hyper-bollock, rather than hyperbolic). That’s right, they’re pleading for Australians to stay in London, even though there’s scientific evidence that…
The trouble with being prodigiously hirsute is that after a relatively short interval of not shaving, one’s moustache loses definition – this simply won’t do, of course, and is why I had to find a moustache expert up to the lofty task of cultivating my top-lip masterpiece back to its glorious prominence. Previous experiments in…
I’m always bewildered by the daily displays of outrage portrayed in the British press (although some papers are worse culrpits than others): today I’ve read about outrage over prisoners being given a standup comedy course, uproar over a topless photo in a Cambridge student magazine, bankers DISGUSTING sex & drug spree, and of course the…
Having lived here in London for over 4 years now I think I’ve gotten used to many of the local customs & behaviours, and to some extent modified my ludicrous Australian behaviour patterns to fit more closely with some of the English sensibilities presented to me on a daily basis. One of the aspects of…
How remiss of me – I forgot to post a photo of the highly excellent shower curtain that our bathroom is currently sporting. Cool, huh?
It’s hardly topical at this stage of the game, but in the last week of July Richie & I hopped on the train over to Paris to catch the last stage of the Tour de France. This may seem a surprising move for someone who’s scarcely expressed any interest whatsoever in the world of professional…