Wednesday, December 24, 2008
In but a few hours I am heading off to the land that internet forgot: Shropshire. So, I shan’t be posting for a little while.
I wish you all a peaceful Christmas and New Year, if you celebrate that kind of thing, and will be back very soon.
Nell x
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Petticoat Lane Market is just at the end of my road at work and it is a veritable treasure trove of hideous tiger print bedspreads, XXXL vests and knock off high street dresses. Of course, I love it. I love all markets, but looking at these photos on the English Heritage website, I couldn’t help [...]
Monday, December 22, 2008
For a life-long, stout-hearted, fully paid up lover of BBC Radio, it is almost more than I can bear to write this. But BBC television has a seriously racist problem with subtitles.
Whether this has always been so and I am only now beginning to realise it, or whether things are getting worse, I’m not sure. [...]
Monday, December 22, 2008
This post isn’t numbered, as there will only be one. So, you know, don’t get too excited or anything.
Fun sized oranges are far and away the best thing about Christmas.
It’s a shame they don’t really grow in England, so end up getting flown around the world, causing the eventual destruction of the planet and everyone [...]
Monday, December 22, 2008
Fancy paying a fiver to shuffle around a tiny dance floor that smells of semen, sweat and despair? Want to hand over £6.50 for a lukewarm gin and tonic? Want to cross paths with fat, lonely, red faced businessmen in shiny suits as you wait in the queue? Then go dancing [...]
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
I don’t know if any of you have ever had a migraine, but let me assure you – it’s more fun than watching a troupe of kittens do the macarena. I have been revelling in mine since yesterday, when I arrived bleary eyed at work, sat trying to push my eyes back into my skull [...]
Friday, December 12, 2008
(do click on the image to see it properly)
Many of you have probably seen this stunningly Freudian butter advert by now. And yet its power to amaze, confuse and depress me doesn’t seem to be diminishing.
Just what are Lurpak trying to say?
My first impression was that it was aimed at that enormous 13 year old [...]
Friday, December 12, 2008
Shopping
I love giving people presents. I love buying things that I think will gladden the heart of a loved one. But I loathe Christmas shopping in the way that pigs loathe bacon – I know it will be the death of me.
Take this for an example:
Yesterday I went down to Oxford Street. As soon as [...]
Friday, December 12, 2008
(Another one for Vice, but to save your aching fingers from clicking through to the link, you can read it here instead)
Put down your can of Tenants, hold onto to your kidneys and prepare to scream like a kitten in a deep fat fryer, because the three kings of homoerotic fatherhood are back.
Yes, [...]
Friday, December 12, 2008
Imagine if Howard Hughes had grown a pervert’s moustache, thrown on some shades and knocked out a couple of disco classics on his wall-sized synthesiser and you have a pretty exact picture of electro entrepreneur Giorgio Moroder.
Not only did he basically grow Kanye West, Phil Oakey (click here) , New [...]