I’ve become addicted to something worse than Voldemort dancing with Saddam Hussein.
I’ve recently read an article on Huffington Post about how having a gay best friend could be really good for a straight man. If you’re not horrified enough by that initial sentence as it is, allow me to elaborate. Someone has actually thought about how a gay man would be a great asset to a straightContinue reading “Why Every Straight Man Needs A Gay Best Friend; A Response”
If the Air Show that takes place in Sunderland every year was compared to a national disaster it would be the sordid lovechild of Hurricane Katrina and a really big avalanche. In terms of annoyance, it ranks up there as a wicklow on the index finger of your strongest hand, that you can’t quite getContinue reading “The Sunderland International Air Show, And Why You Would Be An Idiot To Go”
The realms of ridiculousness has reached even scarier depths (and I’m taking Jedward’s career into account) as an advert for pantyliners has used the word ‘vagina’ and ‘discharge.’ The absolute monsters at Johnson and Johnson have outraged the entire World by including words for their Carefree pads that would accurately describe what a product wouldContinue reading “Sound The Alarm! Pantyliner Advert Uses The Word ‘Vagina.’”
As little invisible butterflies who carry phone signal dropped away (we imagine this is how it works, no one try and tell us different) Twitter got angry. Very angry. There were death threats, and there were jokes, but all through this dark time was a shining beacon of greatness. Like in Lord Of The RingsContinue reading “What Have We Learned From @O2 Today?”
Summer can bring many pleasant things. Some of those things are upto and not including, walking along the verdant English countryside as the Sun goes down, holding hands with the person you love, thinking ‘Jeez, isn’t England a shit tip?’, it can also mean shedding as many clothes as a run of the mill prostituteContinue reading “Why I Hate Moths #moths #ihatemoths #whywonttheydie”
As pictures of nubile young ladies frolicking in the sea start to appear on the Daily Mail’s front page, it seems official that, until the foreseeable future, Summer is here. So, for many it’ll mean overweight men in shorts from Primark topless, groups of teenagers reclining in any patches of grass they can find wearingContinue reading “Why I Hate…The Summer”