The beauty of “And then I woke up” comes to every nine year old child at the same time I think. It is a combination of the following factors:
a) Some awareness of classic KidZor Lit which uses this trope (Hello Alice In No-Fun-Derland and[…]

Actually. I told a slight porkie below. There is one film which could be said to be in the Pink Panther canon which I have a degree of fondenss for. And that is Inspector Clouseau. A rarely seen entry into the series where Clouseau is sent to London […]

THE WEE PAPA GIRL RAPPERS: Wee Rule
Is it lame to like a song because it has Wee in the title. Of course not. Luckily, that is not the real reason why Wee Rule, well, rules. Though my description of why Wee Rules rules is partially about the idea of […]

I can’t say I have ever really cared for the Pink Panther films, possibly due to seeing them in probably the worst order (Trail first). Whilst the law of diminishing returns was clearly embedded in the series, there are some nice gags for five […]

So when I left you, Europe were up two games in the Weber Cup. They maintained this form through Saturday, and started the first session on Sunday at an impressive 12-10. Indeed the only part of their game that was looking shaky were the Baker Games […]

I will let you know who won the Weber Cup soon, and the interweb will tell you if you are antsy, but I want to share with you an honest to god sports injury I developed at the weekend. Not playing of course. Rather from watching. It involves trying t[…]

I am sad to report the end of the MY BIG POT experiment. I am however happy to report that this end is not due to
a) Illness on my part
b) Mold or any other conspicuous nastiness in the pot.
Rather, MY BIG POT has ceased to give me time to consider t[…]

PROVEN BY SCIENCE.
Not really much to say about this stirling piece of research which manages to not only prove the existence of beer goggles, but do so by inventing a spurious scale wherein you can be proved to be using beer goggles EVEN IF YOU HAVE[…]

MY BIG POT

WHAT IS INSIDE MY BIG POT

As you can see I am barely using the capacity of MY BIG POT at the moment, and the contents at the moment will probably last two days tops. This is due to it taking a slight hit last night when I got in from the[…]

aka (Ring the fucking bell)
I don’t think anyone has ever anticipated the ringing of last orders as we did last night in the Lyric. A tiny pub opposite the Windmill Theatre (soon to be subject of a film which has Bob Hoskins naked in it), it is[…]