Cartoon villages, useful apps that come in useful, and stress-related bowel issues

It’s been a couple of weeks now since my last blog.  What’s he been up to? is the question that probably couldn’t have been further from your thoughts.

Have I been out running, eating healthily, and losing weight?  No.  Although I did lose three pounds.  Then went out, got hideously swearily offensively drunk and had a curry.

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A large poo, Lucy Pinder, and Peter Kay

This blog will be a slightly disjointed affair, as I have several points to make; sadly none of them are of any real interest or importance.

Filed under: Happy Ending, Health, Writing, FHM, Lucy Pinder, Max, new year's resolutions, novel, NYR#1v2, NYR#2, Peter Kay, Phoenix Nights, Rafa Benitez, subscribe, weight loss, weight-loss chart

Yoko Ono's pockets, enjoy every sandwich, and just meant to be funny

You may remember last week I introduced you to a singer named Paul Hewson, from Irish pop band You Too. Paul was fairly vocal on the subject of music piracy, and particularly angry that the illegal downloading of music from the internet was damaging the “creators” of the music. Well, genuine question here, what if the “creator” of the music is now dead? Surely downloading a dead man’s music doesn’t leave him any worse off. It’s sure as hell not damaging the creators. And why should the creator’s estate (widow, kids etc) get royalties for something they didn’t create? I refuse to buy anything John Lennon has written for fear that some of my hard-earned cash will end up in Yoko Ono’s pocket.

Filed under: Music, Writing, All Summer Long, Bill Hicks, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, cancer, Excitable Boy, John Lennon, Kid Rock, Letterman, Life'll Kill Ya, My Shit's Fucked Up, Neil Young, new year's resolutions, Paul Hewson, pot roast, Rolling Stone, Warren Zevon, Werewolves of London, Yoko Ono, You Too

That time of year again, warning pangs, and 343 days

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But does anyone actually bother?  I get the impression that most people talk about new year’s resolutions, but few ever actually see them through to any kind of outcome.

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Irony, Leeds strip clubs and Joe Bastardi's business card

 
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Irony

In literary terms irony (also called dramatic irony or tragic irony) is a technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character’s words or actions is clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.

 

Filed under: Rage, Writing, Cheeky Girls, Gavin & Stacey, irony, James Corden, Jedward, Joe Bastardi, lap dance researcher, perfect job, Ruth Jones, sometimes the obvious jokes don't need to be made, Teela, University of Leeds