I’m usually pretty cynical about the effect of online petitions, however one turned up in my inbox this morning through the form of a blogpost by the excellent beer writer: Mr Pete Brown. The matter in question is that of
The mid-month mo update
It’s just past the middle of Movember, and you’ve had to endure my constant pleading for funds for a couple of weeks – so I thought I’d treat you all to a glimpse of how this year’s sub-nasal adornment is
The minefield of booze measurement
As someone who spends a fair bit of time around booze at the moment, there’s a teeny weeny little issue that’s been bothering me for a while, and like any niggling issue it has grown over time to be a
‘Tis the season for upper-lip hair – Movember Is Imminent
Mid October already?! Well, as anyone who’s known me for any length of time will be able to tell you, that time coincides with only one thing: the preparatory phases for… MOVEMBER Starting on October 31st with a clean-shaven face,
Plea for videographic rescue.
Among the things I already do to over-occupy the fleeting amount of spare time I have on this little blue-green planet, it seems the latest addition is thatnks to the enthusiasm and cooperation of The Whisky Guy – Mr Darren
Situation: surreal, but fine
I don’t usually like to get involved with issues of the day, but given the messages and whatnot I’ve had in the last 24 hours I thought I’d break that rule and put together a synopsis of how I’m feeling
Ticket help required
Hey wow, it turns out you can use your personal blog as a noticeboard. So, as mentioned in my previous post, I’m in the US right now and will be here for a few weeks. I’ve got a few tickets
Take two of these, and one of these, and one of these… and all of these…
When you feel a cold coming on you hit it with vitamins, right? Everyone knows that! Feeling the unwelcome presence of a cold announcing itself, I went out to [a British chemist chain] and procured the cold-busting trifecta of Berocca,
Finally. A British milk-based drink that doesn’t suck.
I am a South Australian, and as such the topic I now write is one of the utmost gravity and import. For 7 years now I have optimistically purchased milk-based drinks in British and European supermarkets, hoping against all hope
That bwessed awwangement. That dweam wivin a dweam.
There’s a chap in South Australia by the name of Ryan (pictured – yes, he’s just a floating head), who I’ve known since I was about 4 years old, and who is a bit of an expert at putting words