Oog. Serious fucking brain blockage this year, I swear to Darwin. I'm experiencing some kind of cognitive dissonance that goes a little bit like this ( Read more... )

Oh - fuck. Clocks have gone back which mean I have yet another hour to add to the nervous hours in which I chew my nails down to bloody stumps waiting for Nano to start. (I kid - I have never been a nail-biter. Don't get the attraction. Scabs, on the other hand ( Read more... )

Contrary to appearances I don't actually like hating things. It would be delightful to live in a world where governments were halfway competent, where TV was consistently interesting, informative, entertaining and didn't treat you like a fucking four year old with the attention span of a fish. I'm very sure it wouldn't be at all boring because the ( Read more... )

Scientists Identify Most Annoying Sound In The World - News at Eleven ( Read more... )

Right, must go back to work shortly. I have sworn on everything I hold sacred that I will finish this manuscript by the 15th, which is going to be fun because I have to do a full manicure and pedicure for Mother tomorrow and then Monday is Man's Birthday and I'll probably need to take him out to dinner or something. So Ayn has had to hang on for a ( Read more... )

So, here goes. I'm a goin' in.

( If I were a dickbag, la da da da dee... )

Westminster meets Mills and Boon. Warning: May require copious amounts of brain bleach. Was prompted by a thread on SomethingAwful in which someone remarked that there was so much press about Clegg's 'wooing' by the two party leaders that they expected to wake up and find the newspapers printing fanfic. So we beat them to it.

( The Tory Leader's Triple Locked Twittermobbed Virgin. )

Just watched Bremner, Bird and Fortune doing their thing and very funny it was too, but they had Phillip 'Red Tory' Blond on, attempting to sell Dave's 'Big Society' and spinning harder than my washing machine the last time it went shonky from lack of Calgon tablets ( Read more... )

I really cannot be doing with True Blood, you know. I gave it three episodes and I really don't think I can face spending an hour tonight listening to dialogue that goes roughly like this ( Read more... )

Oh God, why do I do these things to myself? Just tried to watch Phantom of The Opera, purely to see if it deserved its stinking reviews and dropped out barely over halfway through thinking that there are not enough rotten vegetables in the world.

I don't actually like the novel that much, and as for Andrew Lloyd Webfoot - well, given the choice ( Read more... )