So, I had the mother of all opportunities land on my lap last week and I thought it was too good to pass up without a good look. You’re wondering what the hell this has to do with pee? I’ll get to that. It’s not weird or creepy. Oh, well, a little, but not because of anything I did, I hasten to add. I…
I was reading Baby Girl’s blog – http://www.purecomplex.com and she was talking about a new fabulous hotel in the grounds of the Palace de Versailles in Paris will be created from a disused mansion – the Hôtel du Grand Contrôle. It looks amazing – and will probably cost an arm and a leg too I suspect. Then I got to thinking, what hotels have…
Attention all thee who pass by this blog – please read and, if you can, throw a few sheckels at this here good cause. Movember. Where men around the world grow dodgy moustaches to raise awareness of mens health. You see, men, being men, don’t like to go to the doctor if they’re feeling depressed or have trouble peeing – its a man thing. …
I’ve been building up a head of steam about this all day, so you’re getting the full monty, on my soapbox, high horse, both barrels blog post. This is about the news that the publishers of the legendary Enid Blyton stories, Hodder & Staughton, have decided that the language in the books is a little outdated and needs to be edited to bring it…
I know, its shocking, but we have a civic duty to expose the sneaky shenanigans of these high fliers and public figures. They swan about making movies one minute and running high tech companies the next, whilst all the time living double lives that will shock you. Yes, thats right, these trusted folks are conning us all. Only this week I caught both Steve…
I was chatting to Mike @ realdadshangout earlier about stuff and the age-old subject of measurement came up, him being from the US of A and me being Brit. I grew up in the UK to feet, miles, inches, yards, pints, gallons, pounds and stones. This is despite being born the year the system was supposed to have changed to metric. In theory I…
We live on the most beautiful coast – the west coast of Australia 40km south or Perth. The beaches are clean, unspoiled (once you get past all the shipyards and such just south of Perth), the water is warm, crystal clear and turquoise blue and the weather, for the most part, fine and warm. Trouble is, we’re not the only ones to love this…
Warning – this is a political (well, kinda) opinion, so if you don’t care too much about this kinda stuff, wait till the next update, which will inevitably contain fart jokes and pictures of nipples. Ok, maybe not the nipples. So, as we’re all well aware, things went a bit tits up in the Gulf of Mexico with BP’s Deepwater Horizon drilling platform and…
(when the feeling’s gone and you can’t go on, tragedy) no, nothing like that – this is about fashion tragedy. Self respect tragedy. I was taking a couple of DVD’s back to Blockbuster on Sunday afternoon (please note the time of the day, it is central to this story) when I was queuing behind a very large lady – nothing exceptional or particularly noteworthy…