Not that I ever believe the goss that comes from the press but sometimes its nice to hear the sound of a Pooch being well and truly screwed by someone of fame. Case in point: Mr Bradley Pitt. Apparently, he had one too many glasses of Chardonnay the other night, picked up his phone and looked under 'J' in the address book. Oh, dear ( Read more... )

Strange shit starts to happen to you as you get older. And Im not talking about hair growing in places that it really doesn't belong. No. Im talking about shit that was never funny before suddenly become downright hilarious! Take me for instance. I laugh at myself all the time these days because Im one funny Mother. And the older I get, the funnier ( Read more... )

So I hear this noise. Was it thunder? No. Was it an oncoming army of cyber robots from the future? No. It was my oldest riding mate aboard his pristine 1981 Suzuki Katana. This thing is not your normal bike. It has, for many years been dubbed 'The Manbike' and rightly so. It once housed a 750cc engine direct from the Suzuki factory but that was ( Read more... )

Well, here I sit viewers, another year older and another year wiser with a lingering eccentricity that time can do nothing about. My 36th year was capped off by watching one of the worst movies in motion picture history, that being 'Disaster Movie'. A most apt title for this cinematic abortion, I must say. I sat through half an hour of it before I ( Read more... )

Ok, if you asked me yesterday, or any other day for that matter, to list 10 things I expect to see outside my kitchen window, Its a safe bet that 'a vagina' would not be on that list. But that's exactly what sauntered past my disbelieving eyes yesterday as I sat in my kitchen, typing away on my computer. Stunned, I got up and went into my lounge ( Read more... )

Tyra Banks has an Emmy. For what, I dont know? I do know, however, that this is just an obvious indication that American television (and Australian television for that matter) is targeted at quantity over quality - to the eternal detriment of the latter. Why is it that some half-baked twit who's greatest contribution to the televisual history books ( Read more... )

I tend to get pretty Zen when Im taking photos. I want the best angle, lighting and general composition that I can get and by hook or by crook, Im going to get it. Case in point, the other day I had to voice my vexation at the LA Auto Show when this Andre 3000 from Outkast was taking up way too much time stylin' and profilin' in front of the ( Read more... )

Art is subjective, right? I dont need to tell you that. What appeals to one persons eye may not appeal to the next. Nobody's right, nobody's wrong. Its just a difference in taste. Art's spontaneous, its how you feel at that particular point in time. In years to come, you may think differently about whether it looks good or not (Christ knows some of ( Read more... )

Axl Rose is a prick. There's no two ways about it. Grab yourself a copy of Watch You Bleed: The Guns and Roses Story and Im sure you'll agree that he's the high Priest of prickness. The way he treats women and other people in general is genuinely disturbing. But as I sat in the morning dawn light listening to my fresh and tasty copy of Chinese ( Read more... )

Ive always been a big believer in not judging a book by its cover. If a handsome guy with a five hundred dollar haircut and an Armani suit is being an asshole, that what he is...an asshole. Just because he looks well presented doesn't exactly mean he's a stand up guy. Now Im going to have to stop myself from going off on a tangent and stick to the ( Read more... )