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It's all gone wrong. But where to start? Let's start with the tube drivers. I HATE TUBE DRIVERS. I haven't looked into why the tube drivers have decided to go on strike but I am still perfectly willing to scream an irrational knee-jerk insane response to it all.

They don't get paid enough. OK, that's a good reason to go on strike. Their starting ( Read more... )

 I made a terrible error yesterday. They say that you should do something every day that scares you and this did scare me. It also bored the arse of me. Yesterday I agreed to go to the Royal Festival Hall to watch a piano recital. Christ Almighty.

I loathe classical music, it does NOTHING for me. I have tried and tried to get into it since I was a ( Read more... )

 What a lovely day Sunday was. Perfect, in fact. I woke up early, washed the candle wax from my hair and headed out to the Udderbelly which is a massive purple cow with a comedy venue in it that currently resides on London’s Southbank. Normally, it’s in Edinburgh during the fringe festival and seeing it set up fully with the bar area “pasture” and ( Read more... )

 There are some rough gigs in this country. Some that would terrify you. There are gigs in Nottingham, Cardiff and Belfast that you just don't care how well you go down, you're just happy that you got out alive. But of all these drunken, violent hell-holes perhaps the very worst is, of course, The Lawn Tennis Club in Hampstead.

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 You think you know someone and then they betray you. You can be best friends with a person for decades then, all of a sudden, they run off with your partner or steal your money or vote BNP or do all three. I've known David Bourn for nearly 20 years but that cunt is DEAD to me now. I hate him for what he has done to me. Over the last two decades ( Read more... )

 I always get up early on voting days. It's a lovely feeling walking down the street knowing that today you're going to make a difference, that your voice will be heard and that things will change. It's also good to snort space cocaine off a dodo's nipple while banging away at a pair of Porn Twins on top of a rainbow on February the 31st but it's ( Read more... )

 "Is there anything you actually like?"

Those were the words sent to me by a fan called David Ashe after I made my feelings clear about John Barrowman on this blog. I call David a fan simply because he hated me so much that referring to him as a fan might be the thing that tips him over the edge so I had to do it. Thanks for reading, David. I'm glad ( Read more... )

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 Once in a while, life becomes almost worth living. Not often but definitely sometimes.

Yesterday, I got on the train at Ladywell station to go into London's exciting West End. Before boarding the train I stepped to one side to let a woman, her baby in a pram and her three other children on first. I'm very polite like that. But it was a mistake. You ( Read more... )