You know, I’m surprised at our English language. We used to discourage the word but and ain’t wasn’t suitable for some people’s ears. However everyone seems to use the word ’Twitter'like it has existed in the Oxford dictionary since the beginning of time.
I hear it in TV programmes, forums and even in the news, but I nearly choked on my coffee on reading this article on Sky News, where NY Times editor Phil Corbett has banned the word ’Twitter'in Read more »
I just don’t get the idea of pizza anymore. Sure I love a good slice of pizza, loaded with meat and vegetables, but when is it the right time to eat it?
Its easy to say its a fast food, just dial a number and dinner’s ready, but then you see those adverts that glorify pizza, like Ristorante where there’s a couple who are enjoying it on a date. I have every respect for the food, yet I wouldn’t order Read more »
Why is it that some people take their trip to the beach so seriously? I mean, at the end of the day, you have gone there to enjoy yourself. The way some people behave is so stressful that they cannot possibly find their visit very relaxing…
For some folk it would seem that a visit to the coast is one big exhibition. They make such a show of putting on their tanning lotion and spreading themselves out seductively across a Read more »
The jacket potato–Ah–The pride of all potatoes. With cheese on–Layered in baked-beans…Smothered in–Well, whatever you want really. There are literally hundreds of options. The only limit, as some berk once said and it seems to have infected every person in this world, is your imagination!
But, sadly, I have to confess: I am going off them. Why? Because this once magnificent and untouchable English meal is being butchered, that’s why. It’s the rogue potato street traders, of course. They are Read more »
Let’s cut to the chase and not muck about while we do it: people fall in to three categories in this world. Category 1: those who are natural businessmen / women. Category 2: those who try hard to be and do well, but will never be as adept as those lucky people in Category 1. Category 3: those who could give not a monkey’s for business. That’s right, they just don’t care, and they will never care, because it just Read more »
I hate bumping in to people I don’t want to see; it’s on par in fear terms with the thought of Cosmetic eyelid surgery … Yeah, It really puts a downer on my day and I’m sure you get that. You know how it is, you’re walking down the road minding your own business (or more specifically the path / side-walk, as you have no right to be minding your own business if you’re daft enough to walk down the Read more »
Ah, that great word. That word symbolic of time spent at school doing things that one should not, at the back of the class-room, engrossed in full concentration on the task in hand. The doodle: king of art in all text-books. The doodle: the thing which can make even the dullest of lessons just about bearable! (I said just about: they weren’t always; especially if your pen ran out right at the start of doodling and you had to listen Read more »
I am feeling strange. And for very good reason. It begins like this: this morning I went to get the bus to work. Getting the bus to work, as anyone who hasn’t got the bus in many, many years will know, is a horrendous experience similar to the thought of dinner with Hitler, or a metrosexual skin care party. Not only do you have to deal with all the deranged people that you must share breathing space with, but you Read more »
Throughout my life I have been known as someone who is, and this annoys me to type it, ‘a bit fussy’. It’s rubbish, of course. I am not ‘a bit fussy’! It’s extremely simple and non-confusing: I am actually just an average man who wants things done a certain way. What’s wrong with that? I ask you. Nothing! Nothing at all! A man without his preferences is little more than just legs and arms and torso and head (which is Read more »
Everyone is different, I understand that. I wouldn’t want to live in a world where everyone is the same (unless they were the same as Pamela Anderson and I was a fifteen year-old boy, of course, in which case of course I damn well would). But why, oh why, can’t people, when they are introducing themselves at a party, not just say their name normally? Maybe it’s just me, but I have noticed a frightening trend. One where someone introduces Read more »
Do I know you?
