When over-friendly smackheads try to engage in conversation, kick them really hard.
If you're like me, which I pray to God you're not, it's always been your life's ambition to hear The Smiths covered in Ukrainian. It's a festive little song and strangely makes me want to learn some native Ukrainian dances.
So I'm in LA, which I loathe, but you know the career always comes first and I've got a date with Simon Baker and CBS to do this silly little television pilot. And what does a British person do in sunny California? Why, the exact same things we'd do at home i.e. go to Goldfrapp gigs and hang out with other pale British people. That's superstar DJ Paul Oakenfold on the right, please note how utterly chuffed I am to be backstage with my massive VIP sticker.
This loyalty icons programme is hysterical. Apparently, my four years of service is worthy of 13 additional icons. Cheers, Brad and co. Now if I actually enjoyed making icons, it'd be a wonderful gesture.
This is a shit update but I've been busy(?) and I've just spent two days on a farm making nice with a sheep called Bob Marley, wondering what it all means and perhaps it's just me but the longer I go without a proper update, the harder it gets. I've lost my mojo, as they say. So in lieu of being witty and wordy and all that other nonsense, I'm going to have a contest. Watch the following video by the always amazing Pulp, correctly name all the impersonators and I'll buy you a virtual pint. Even if you can't name them all, still watch it. The best video ever, it 'tis. It will have to suffice for now. I'm saving up all my brainpower for the desert marathon, natch.
It's like a later Tom and Jerry, when the two of them could talk
So I'm in LA, which I loathe, but you know the career always comes first and I've got a date with Simon Baker and CBS to do this silly little television pilot. And what does a British person do in sunny California? Why, the exact same things we'd do at home i.e. go to Goldfrapp gigs and hang out with other pale British people. That's superstar DJ Paul Oakenfold on the right, please note how utterly chuffed I am to be backstage with my massive VIP sticker.
This loyalty icons programme is hysterical. Apparently, my four years of service is worthy of 13 additional icons. Cheers, Brad and co. Now if I actually enjoyed making icons, it'd be a wonderful gesture.
This is a shit update but I've been busy(?) and I've just spent two days on a farm making nice with a sheep called Bob Marley, wondering what it all means and perhaps it's just me but the longer I go without a proper update, the harder it gets. I've lost my mojo, as they say. So in lieu of being witty and wordy and all that other nonsense, I'm going to have a contest. Watch the following video by the always amazing Pulp, correctly name all the impersonators and I'll buy you a virtual pint. Even if you can't name them all, still watch it. The best video ever, it 'tis. It will have to suffice for now. I'm saving up all my brainpower for the desert marathon, natch.
It's like a later Tom and Jerry, when the two of them could talk