Nothing much is going on. It was raining when I left the house this morning; it made me both happy and sad. Happy because it actually came as a surprise that it was raining which in turn made me realise and recollect on how nice...
Category - Observations
My train ticket from Bristol to Frome read ‘Bristol TM to rome; this typo afforded a grandiosity to my day that was entirely unwarranted. I was not visiting one of the founding cities of Western Civilisation, I was visiting a...
I have thrown in the towel. The same towel that for the past three months has wiped sweat from machines I never really understood, in the gym where I never really belonged. It was inevitable that sooner or later my mental resolve...
Trains operating in the South West are full of weirdoes. The trains that I get on from Bristol, in particular those that pass through Weston-Super-Mare, are densely populated with odd bods and eccentrics. Today, my girlfriend...
I made a curried parsnip soup this week. It smelt wholesome. I left it to cool in the kitchen. Just before I went to bed, I put it in the fridge. The next day my girlfriend texted me to say she had found a giant black moth in my...
Here’s a review of Romeo and Juliet at The Bristol Old Vic. Theatre Review – Romeo and Juliet Showing between Thursday 12th and Saturday 21st February 2009 @ Bristol Old Vic The Bristol Old Vic is a wonderfully...
My life has turned into a Channel 4 documentary. It is called:- Pimp the Wimp. The premise is simple: take a skinny, directionless, unhealthy and generally defeated call-centre worker- the wimp [that’s me, if you didn’t...
The toilets at work consist of five cubicles. There are no urinals; just five cubicles. These five cubicles are nearly always occupied with men shitting. The toilets inevitably smell like five types of shit brewed together. ...
I have decided to keep a list of things that I see that I like and things I see that I don’t like. It’s a simple idea. Like The girl that walks home in front of me is in her early twenties. She has very thin ankles and a...
Who else would bring out a pint of ale in a recession for just 99 pence than that wonderfully pessimistic bastion of Britishness, J D Wetherspoons?! There is no music, there are no thrills, but boy, a 99 pence pint in your...