Monthly Archives: July 2013

….Because then I will be teaching two classes of 18-year-olds back-to-back at University. I’m one part excited, two parts scared as all hell. The irony I’ve taken redundancy from the industry and yet will be teaching “introduction to journalism” is … Continue reading →

  Yeah, I totally exchanged a press release and media opps for a Bottle of Gin today. And if I gets no press, I gets no Gin. Something tells me I am not so savvy at this freelancing gig. PS, … Continue reading →

The super thing about working for myself (unemployed or self-employed, if you will) is that I no longer have to be very very circumspect about what I say on social media (hey, I was on the edge anyway) or on … Continue reading →

Yes, it’s hardly breaking news, but Le Bieber’s utter twattishness is bounding along like a Labrador puppy chasing a rubber ball or roll of toilet paper. Pissing in a bucket in a restaurant, cussing out Bill Clinton, offering an apology … Continue reading →

Yes. This guy. At the last count The Most Popular Richest Woman in the World Gina Rinehart  has given about $250 to charitable *ahem* causes. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2373420/Philanthropist-Chuck-Feeney-inspired-Bill-Gates-Warren-Buffet-wants-money-spent-good-causes-hes-dead.html

Come back CNN.  All is forgiven. a) The poem is shit. There’s no getting around this; if you’re going to use rhyming couplets, it better be fucking good. This is not. b) What on Earth are these two fucking muppets … Continue reading →

“Hi there to every single one, it’s in fact a fastidious for me to go to see this web page, it consists of precious Information.” Why, yes, yes it does. Oh, sorry, I thought you were talking about MY web(blog)site, … Continue reading →

Oh yeahs. You’ve got to love a protest with a sense of humour, and this song of protest by singer Amanda Palmer is absolutely hysterical. It. Is. Gold. Palmer, sometimes known as Amanda Fucking Palmer, is a singer who recently … Continue reading →

Oh TEXAS. I once wanted to go to you. I watched Dallas and Dynasty of an evening as a child. Those shoulder pads? Those Stetsons? Ammaright? But Texas, you’ve gone and done a bad, bad thing. No, not you guys, … Continue reading →

I hate Kanye West with an abiding passion, but I’ve had his song Runaway (which is actually ok) in my head for several days. This is what happens when you spend many hours at work cropping pictures of Kimye and … Continue reading →