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Monthly Archives: November 2009

Bounce.

Today’s top thing to hate: television adverts that use poetry. Cathedral City cheese, T-Mobile, McDonald’s, they’re all doing it, and it is most annoying. Rhyming words and using a bit of alliteration to try and sell us stuff. Maybe my communism is just showing, but it’s basically just greed dressed in frills telling us to stuff [...]

Scream.

Last night, opening night, I went to see New Moon with my girlfriend. First thing to comment on was the ridiculous size of the line into the theatre. Now, you have to understand, we live in a South London village. The cinema is a very drab and not at all exquisite or luxurious Empire that [...]

Shock.

I just got round to watching Babel, which stars Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett. Really they’re not in the film a whole great deal, but their story is considered the central narrative, I suppose. The idea to the film is that one little event ripples out into devastating waves which effect lots of lives. In this case, that [...]

Boo.

Wikipedia can’t half scare you sometimes. One of my favourite things to do is looking things up on Wikipedia, which, I admit, is absolute procrastination. So I decided to look up procrastination. It says, and I have included the links: For an individual, procrastination may result in stress, a sense of guilt, the loss of personal productivity, the [...]

Voice.

The other day, through my letter flap/post hole/Cherie’s mouth thing (that was funnier in the Blair years) falls an envelope. Inside is a letter from Paul Burstow, local MP. It seems I have been called upon by parliament for my opinions, because I am a ‘young people’. Us ‘young people’ matter, it seems to suggest. The [...]