Following my previous entry ( Read more... )

I don't have a job

I don't have any money at all

I owe my friends, family and flatmates lots of money

I'm putting on weight like it's going out of fashion

I fucked up a perfectly good burgeoning relationship

I need to get my act together and sort my life out.

I just got a mother fucking 2:1!  Booyah!  

Double Whose Line on Dave. This is why I come home. I don't realise how much I miss having a decent telly until I get home and succumb to the urge to sit, slack-jawed, vapidly taking all and any nonsense I come across ( Read more... )

I thought it appropriate to sum up my life at this moment in time in the form of a haiku:

What I do with life:
Predominately, I wait
In a state of flux.

Yeah.

I had one of those ground-breaking, eye-opening chats with Bean tonight. All defences down, we chatted honestly about things we'd never mentioned before. She learned something important about me and I learned something important about her, and neither of us can understand why - having lived together for two years - we didn't share this earlier. ( Read more... )

Humphrey Lyttelton, arguably one of the finest men to grace our radios and, indeed, our lives, passed away today. I think everyone who came across him - whether it be through his jazz music, or through his wonderful role as chairman for I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue, or his many other careers throughout the years - will have been touched by his wit, ( Read more... )

Have you ever heard a little white Scottish lassie rap ( Read more... )

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Every time I see Richard Vranch sitting at the piano on Whose Line is it Anyway, I have to go: 'Creepycreepy Rich-ard Vranch.' I don't know why. I don't hold anything against him, he just looks a bit greasy sometimes ( Read more... )