Perhaps it's just me, but I don't wonder that the sort of people who bang on about all the things they used to do are much better off being ignored.

Dear Commerzbankers. See this? World's smallest violin.

Words/phrases that no longer mean, er, anything: 'sharing', 'extremely seriously', 'public interest', 'reach out to'.

I dunno that it's worth the wear on fingers, brain and keyboard to fulminate about the supreme uselessness of Guardian journos, but I may as well get it out of my system here rather than gesticulating outside the newsagents. And, really, the Guardian motoring section is more of a tick-list inclusion in one or other of the Saturday throw-outs, along ( Read more... )

Since it's January, the media pseudopod of Global Corporate Headquarters has withdrawn the sub-appendage concerned with trying to sell us expensive perfume[1] and has extended the one which is busily selling cheap holidays in other people's misery ( Read more... )

As discovered by the estimable Karen here.

Which is to say that only this AM I read a Yule-thingy that was really very good indeed (As found my young Mr. Nation here), so this isn't me bagging on star-dot-fic so much as whichever desperate publishing house that has seen fit to bash out a Strictly cash tie-in nov. I'll not point directly to the ( Read more... )

Poll

A friend used to have (maybe still does. Who can say?) a thing for 'Two months off' by Underworld. I finally listened to it properly about ten minutes ago and now I'm filled with this wierd ache for things that didn't quite happen ( Read more... )

War3z d00ds, skinflints and the useless, front and centre.

Lomography.

Another few rolls back from the special chemist.

Features lurking in the moonlight waiting for the camera, buildings, Sno-cats and blown Dodge Chargers. (The last two from the second half of the Wisconsin experience.)

http://residentialaliens.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-bristol-from-colin-harvey.html

(Yeah, I'm shameless. What can I say? I rather like the validation.)