So I'm finally reading War of The Worlds. I've never actually finished it. I remember trying to read it when I was about eight, with a dictionary on standby. Obviously I didn't get very far.

The other sunday the old George Pal version was on TV and me and Man gleefully sat down to watch and reminisce about just how loud we screamed when that ( Read more... )

So, I picked up the latest Anita Blake from the library, presumably because I am completely fucking mad.

( I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way. )

Now, I'm taking this (LJ link - won't take you anywhere dirty, if you know what I mean.) with a pillar of salt since it comes from the mendacious, pearl-clutching ninnies at the Daily Fail, but it's not entirely out of character for Dave and you know me; I can never resist an opportunity to take a pot-shot at the hollow, opinion-poll operated ( Read more... )

I just finished reading a book called There Is No Death, by Florence Marryat, dingbat daughter of Captain Marryat ( Read more... )

Here I was feeling like a broke, bad tempered hormonal mess and then an angel named Gwyneth Paltrow floated down from Oscar-winning millionaire heaven to tell me that even perfect people suffer from being...well...perfect.

"One of my most negative qualities is the perfectionism that I have, and I think that I unconsciously project that because it ( Read more... )

Pardon me if I start the day off bitching, but I've just had my first encounter with the reality of Dave's fucking benighted, bullshit Big Society. A guy came to my door canvassing for donations to a friend's favourite charity, the Inshore Rescue. The IR is a volunteer organisation and a registered charity and does what it says on the tin - it ( Read more... )

Hello. I was bored. I took the usual way out and went online and looked up random stuff that I thought might interest me. Somehow I ended up looking up Guns N’ Roses, who I once used to quite like. Well, I say ‘quite like’ - I was fourteen or so. You know how it goes. Every available scrap of bedroom wall is plastered with pictures of the Objects ( Read more... )

These census forms are fucking nosey, aren't they? I don't remember the last lot being this inquisitive. "When did you last work ( Read more... )

Still deeply in the realms of Brainwrong but I daresay it's due to post-Christmas apathy. The whole fucking season is just tooooooooo long these days. They start screaming about the countdown to Christmas some time after the kids go back to school and then once Christmas finally creaks round then you have to endure that marathon session of eating, ( Read more... )

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... )