How B can you be?
Wow. Last night, I saw one of the best films I think I ever have. As part of the IFI’s Horrorthon festival, the inimitable Night Of The Lepus was shown. Astonishing, simply astonishing. The plot? Simple. Giant killer rabbits terrorise a small town. Rory Calhoun, Janet Leigh and, a very snappily-dressed DeForest Kelley star (and […]
Get lost, grandad
Today is my birthday. There are many cons. Another year, another hole further on my belt. Another few empty follicles closer to glabreity. Another step away from understanding ‘the youth of today’ and what possible rationale they might have for listening to music through the tiny speakers of their mobile phones (last time on the […]
Heels: Dragged
I am the quintessential procrastinator. That Hamlet bloke has nothing on me. What the hell is wrong with me? I know I should be doing something a little more worthwhile (relatively speaking at least) and yet I don’t. Instead I do other things. I drink lots of tea. I stare out of the window for […]
Filckr Vs. Picasa
The death knell has sounded for flickr. Its uploader for Mac was buggy – editing anything already typed in the text fields before an upload caused it to go mental and, after every upload, it made me login again. It limited me to 100M a month, which isn’t too bad on an ongoing basis but […]
Well, someone has to do it yourself.
I am DIY-Boy again. The bedroom this time as I continue my quest to make something presentable, and slightly less annoying, out of the odd collection of acute and obtuse angles, shit workmanship and general arse, that the builders piled up and called a house. There is an ulterior motive. The previous owner’s carpet was […]
Gerry Hayes
I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.
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