Bunk Beds and Gates
While over at Anne’s I got involved in a discussion on bunk beds and the harm that may, possibly, befall bunkees, which leads to this story, which you may think is...
While over at Anne’s I got involved in a discussion on bunk beds and the harm that may, possibly, befall bunkees, which leads to this story, which you may think is...
The new world rankings are up on FIFA’s site. SO the question that must be raised is “You are kidding right?” Any football ranking system that puts the USA at number...
Questions from A High and Hidden Place You were born in the wrong time. If you could live in any time period but our own, where and when would you live?...
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. This is not a good film. To be honest it isn’t even worth discussing, apart from two aspects. There is wonderful look of the costumes,...
Fence Sitter’s Aliases Your movie star name: Crisps Denis Your fashion designer name is Fence Dublin Your socialite name is Gerbil Dublin Your fly girl / guy name is F Sit...
If you speak English and watch the telly you’ll probably be aware of the phenomenon that is Harry Potter[1], and you may also be aware of the growing backlash. People giving...
This was on the telly last night, when it came out, back in 2002, it was one I meant to watch. It looked silly but fun. Well, maybe it’d be better...
Went to see Veronica Guerin last week. It a film based on the true story of Veronica Guerin, a journalist with the Irish Independent who was murdered in 1996 because of...
I am 8% Idiot. I am not annoying at all. In fact most people come to me for advice. Of course they annoy the hell out of me. But what can...
OK, I’ll admit it: I’d really had enough at that point. I was tired of confrontations with small people with authority complexes. I was tired of feeling scared. I knew that I’d done absolutely nothing wrong, and that I’d presented clear evidence that I was not a threat. In fact, all things considered, I still think I’d been more than pleasant about the whole thing up until that point. I saw no good reason why I should have to give this canine patrolman my ID. He seemed intelligent, and I assumed that someone in his position was supposed to be reasonable. I also assumed that someone in his position would know that if I’d really wanted to take secret photos of this public landmark that he would never know about it. Sure, I knew why he was asking for my ID, and why he was really asking for my ID. And he knew why. But I was wondering if he had the balls to actually say it to my face. I was back to wondering when I could start saying “no”?
This is for the person who keeps arriving at my old site and getting redirected to here, figured I’d repost so you could read it :) This show was on C4...
Had to post a link to this .mov about some Rare Exports. Takes a while to download.
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