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October 28, 2010 | Ed, Flatpacks and The Swedish SASYou know that Michael Macintyre sketch about the man drawer? Well Ed’s room is one enormous man drawer, safe asylum for mystery screws, USB cables and ancient Nokia chargers. There’s even contact lens solution despite the fact that neither Ed nor any of his housemates wear contacts. And coins, coins everywhere you look, little islands [...]  October 26, 2010 | Sex toys, fire and Sonic the HedgehogThe weekend was split into two extremes of behaviour: the very good and the very bad. Reversing the tradition of news-giving, let’s start with the good: October 22, 2010 | Flower Arranging (yes, really)Finally a post that my mother will approve of (I only found out she reads this when I quoted her in Yorkshire dialect and she rang immediately to complain). So Mum, this is for you. I hope this proves I don’t spend all my time in London drinking and setting fire to money. October 20, 2010 | Saturday NightThe best alcohol deterrent I can think of is clearing up after a party; nothing wakes you to the disgusting excess of binge drinking better than lugging six clinking bin bags of vodka bottles and beer cans outside, vision blurred by dehydration. Ed and Geoff had a house warming party at the weekend in their [...] October 13, 2010 | Puppy LoveOctober 11, 2010 | Wall Street 2Sara and I went to see Wall Street 2: Money Makes you Fall Asleep on Friday. My two motivations for seeing it were 1) I loved the first one, and 2) because Carey Mulligan was in it, who I would pay to see were she starring in the 3 hour biopic of a walnut. Would it matter [...] October 10, 2010 | RonCats: you either love them or you hate them, they’re the pet equivalent of Marmite. Dogs, meanwhile, take up all the fond middle ground – you can’t hate dogs, and if you do you keep it quiet, like an addiction to crack or a James Blunt album. Animal bias is of course bred from childhood. I [...] October 7, 2010 | Under the WeatherNothing much to report, have been holed up in my flat after emerging from the weekend with trans-seasonal lurgy. Aside from wildly oscillating body temperature (one minute I’m shivering under seventeen blankets, the next I feel like climbing into the freezer box) glands the size of tennis balls and a 40 a day smoker-style cough, [...] |
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