SO I finished my second yuletide story and I'm slightly prouder of it. All posted and everything.

I spent the rest of the day waiting for amazon to send me my presents and catching up on Dr McNinja and making a peach pie and watching Good Burger with a childhood friend and that brings me neatly around to my point:

( Click if you remember Good Burger, earliest of the Nickelodeon films )

This mix is really rather schizophrenic, as befits a collection of songs for an over-tall utterly offensive oaf, a short shouty speed freak and a high functioning autistic pianist who uses tampons to clean motorcycle parts. Songs for each of the boys (two for Jeremy, cause he talks more), a few songs for generally philosophical cocking about, a ( Read more... )

I watch Top Gear. I have been for a couple of months, mostly, initially, by accident and now ravenously. Ever since small times, I use british comedy to get to sleep, (something about the accents and absurdism is very soothing) and the combination of dodgy insults and religious repetition of brake horse power, the showy editing and enlightened ( Read more... )

( I just need to get these out of my system. )