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Month: November 2010

I am Spartacus

Imagine how excited I was to find the esteemed film director Martin Scorsese following me on Twitter. But, wait … was this the Great Man himself or an imposter? Sadly, it would appear that anyone can set themselves up as a celebrity and tweet accordingly. Shouldn’t there be some form of screening in place to prevent this rather unfortunate misunderstanding from happening? And if not,…

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The Big One

Ever tried to turn off the noise in your head? Try it for five minutes. Sit on a chair in a room with no external distraction and wait … The first thing you’ll experience is a thought, then another and another after that. That’s the problem with us human beings. Try as we might, we can’t turn off the machine. BBC2’s…

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Fried Bread, Sausage and Baked Beans.

Having trouble losing that stubborn midriff?  Join the club – so am I! Why is it that everything bad tastes so good? I only have to glimpse a jam doughnut in the cake shop window and I’m salivating. Is there no defence against this debilitating weakness? None whatsoever, apparently. I might as well accept that I’m never going to be the athletic ten stone seven I…

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Live hard, die young

When Kurt Cobain died on 5 April 1994, his mother was reputed to have said ‘Now he’s gone and joined that stupid club.’  She was referring to the earlier brace of talent struck down in their prime, known in music circles as ‘the 27 Club.’ Like Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendix, Jim Morrison and Brian Jones all perished at the tender…

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