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
Mooooooooooooooo yeah…
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
Swim for it!
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
Mo + closure = mosure?
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
Sardineal freedom
Having elected to debark (?) the train at Royal Leamington Spa, I am pleased to announce a dramatic improvement in the anagram situation. Among hundreds of others, this place offers “A linty promo lasagne”. I could live here.
Anyone for sardines? Not much choice in ‘ere guv…
It’s a shame that “British Rail Companies” isn’t an anagram of “Architects of misery”, as that would be poetic and justified.
Say to your barman, “A Pures!”
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
Cultural assimilation. It’s the way forward. (Which way is forward?)
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
Steamy beef curtain
How remiss of me – I forgot to post a photo of the highly excellent shower curtain that our bathroom is currently sporting. Cool, huh?
Cher les Bicyclettes de la Grande Vitesse
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