Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.

We’re off to a thing on the London Eye tonight (see! What with this and U2 if poverty and trade aren’t history and fair by 9pm tonight, I will be very cross*), so as a result I “packed” for Glasto last night. Consequently I’ve spent most of the day remembering things that I probably should have put in my bag. For example, it’s slightly possible that my festival experience this weekend will be improved somewhat…

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Why I Need To Get Out More

As a small postscript to my U2 review, I’ve just remembered that at one point Mr Bongo asked us all to kindly get out our telephones and Make Poverty History. I’m not sure if we made poverty history, but if not, I think I know why: it’s nothing to do with the reluctance of the G8 leaders to cooperate, but rather because of Mr Ox’s appalling grammar. Our specific instructions, displayed on the video screens…

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“This one’s for all the doctors and nurses. Especially the nurses.”

Say what you like about Irish megastars U2–and you might indeed think them to be slightly pretentious, self righteous middle aged rock stars (hey, you might even want to pick yourself up a “MAKEBONOHISTORY” T-shirt and wander around with it on, I think I might when we see them in Barcelona later this year, you know, just to test the Spanish sense of irony)–they certainly know how to put on a good show. Several songs…

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“No! It’s Not Burnt”

In the end, I survived my displacement from our flat on Saturday with little more than a sore head the next day, but this was after an unexpectedly drunken evening at Claire’s birthday on Friday night, which ended with Sally waking me from my drunken slumber and forcibly dragging me out of the venue to catch the bus–ah, my ability to fall into an alcohol-induced sleep at the slightest provocation knows no bounds. I was…

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Note to Estate Agents

Dear Estate Agents: if you are supposed to be carrying out a valuation on a property, and you make an appointment with the current tenants to come and do this, and then don’t turn up for the appointment without calling to apologise or explain, then it is possible, just possible, that waiting A WEEK to bother to phone the tenant to make another arrangement/apologise, might result in the tenant (who probably went out of his…

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Comedy Medical Jargon

Sal’s a big fan of medical themed television drama, and as such, I’ve been finding myself watching a lot of the likes of ER (and it’s shabbier British equivalent Holby City) recently. I’ve always found this a bit odd, frankly, what with her being a healthcare professional and all. After all, I can’t imagine I’d ever get home in the evening eager to watch a gritty drama about IT consultants dealing with difficult situations (“we’ve…

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Two Weeks

Er, hello, if there’s anybody left still reading. Sorry, I’m not entirely sure what happened to the last two weeks, and how I haven’t found the time to write anything here. I mean, jesus, I’m not Rob. It’s not as if we haven’t been busy doing bloggable things: we have. If I hadn’t been so lazy busy with work, I might have told you about our lovely day trip to Brighton a couple of weekends…

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Always The Last To Know

Now we all know that the London Underground network is mostly held together with sticky tape and bits of string, and it’s frankly surprising that the thing keeps running at all, but sometimes you do have to wonder. This morning it seemed like nobody had the slightest clue what was going on–getting a Northern Line train from Camden is always a bit of a gamble at the best of times, given that the train you…

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