It is with great sadness that I must announce the death of Mr. Daedalus Bloom. Mr. Bloom was involved in an incident on the 21st of March 2008, and died soon afterwards. His legacy will be continued by one Mr. Leopold Loeb who, while not wishing to destroy Mr. Bloom's previous work, will be turning much of it in a new direction. Mr. Loeb is a lazy ( Read more... )

It's impossible to be sad while playing the ukulele because it has been specially designed so that you can't play minor chords on it.

I upgraded from my 'toy' ukulele to a full-on proper job today. Recordings may follow soon.

In the past few days I have acquired a couple of pet gerbils. Apparently the internet likes to hear about things like gerbils, a fact that comes second only to "The fact that two-thirds of it consists of pornography" in the list of Things That Are Wrong With The Internet. They are gerbils. They are small, furry and occasionally do amusing things in ( Read more... )

Try to leave the house at least once during the day after announcing your grand return to Livejournal, otherwise you'll have nothing to write about.

I might get back to writing things in here now and again. The world is an emptier place without my occasional distributions of wisdom.

I have a prospectus type thing for an MSc in 'Forensic Archaeology and Anthropolgy' at Cranfield University. It's tantamount to joining the army - Cranfield is the 'Defence Academy of the United Kingdom'/'Defence College of Management and Technology' - but modules include 'mass fatality incidents', 'fire and explosion investigations' and 'courtroom ( Read more... )

Today, by poking through the decomposed remains of a dead pigeon, I have discovered that said bird eats a lot of grit and gravel.

Oh dear, Pinochet is dead. No doubt millions will weep.

So what are the odds that he will swiftly be followed by his slightly less despotic very good friend Thatcher? I don't suppose that it matters too much really, as long as she keeps quiet.

For those of a masochistic bent, I've finally put some music on the bit of Myspace that I'm supposed to put music on. The singing is awful and I'm unsure whether it's entirely blasphemous or a return to proper Christian values (a little of both, possibly), but it is nearly Christmas and that deserves a Christmas song. So here it is...

Christmas ( Read more... )

Rarely has so much tension been derived from games of tennis AND merry-go-rounds in one film.

8/10