Day 1,083: How To Write A Blockbuster – Part I
19.12.11: I’ve been spending my days and nights (mostly nights) on board the good ship Southern Pearl practicing the ancient art of writing. I’ve been writing my blog (of course)…
Day 1,080: A Hitch In Time
16.12.11: Christopher Hitchens died yesterday. Bugger. Unlike the deaths of John Peel or Douglas Adams, it didn’t come as a shock: it was no secret that Hitchens had cancer and…
Days 974-984: Conspiracy Nut Cornflakes
01.09.11-11.09.11: I was a kid in the eighties. I grew up with the distinct possibility that at any moment the Russians might take a dislike to the latest Madness single…
Days 949-962: 10 Things I Hate About U(K) – Part 1
07.08.11-20.08.11: Occasionally I get messages from malcontents who find themselves offended by negative comments I’ve made about their country on this blog. It goes without saying that you can’t please…
Here, I Made You A Flag
It has come to my attention that the Australian flag is boring and rubbish. According to flagsaustralia.com.au "there are no compelling reasons why [the Australian flag] should change." There are,…
Day 886: An Open Letter to Tourism Minister Martin Ferguson
05.06.11: After the death threats I received for slagging off the Cape Verde police force on this very blog, I learnt a pertinent lesson: don’t say what you really think…
Day 885: The Frog and The Scorpion
04.06.11: It cracks me up that so much positive emphasis is put on stuff that is ‘natural’. Talk to your average punter in the street and they’ll invariably make the…
Day 884: A Greenpeace of My Mind
03.06.11: There’s a movie that I implore you all to watch: Werner Herzog’s Grizzly Man. It tells the story of an incredibly stupid guy called Timothy Treadwell who thought that…
Day 883: A Breath of Fresh Air
02.06.11: For somebody with my fun-seeking personality traits it may come as a shock to some of you that I’ve never knowingly taken an illegal drug. The closest I’ve got…
For Those In Climate Change Denial…
Regular readers of my blog will know that I have a tendency to go off on tangents occasionally, usually something to do with my deep-seated animosity towards politicians or modernist…