Oooh-err, cripes! He's the lovable, capering political puppy-dog, the blonde-headed mop of a Mayor of London who we all know so well, and can't help ourselves from grinning at when he's on the box! Been on the box quite a lot too, hasn't he, what with the Tories' conference and all that. Boris, though, is also probably the biggest threat to the Labour Party's electoral prospects since that recent nonsense about (chuckle, chuckle) boundary changes.
Wednesday 10 October 2012
Sunday 7 October 2012
Reversion to Typing
Here we are, then - a placeholder, if you will.
It's been an horrifically long period since my last post (seriously - I could have actually fathered an actual child in the time since), and following a potentially unwise statement made in order to try and persuade someone whose posts genuinely are worth reading to get her bloggin' freak back on, I've agreed to up staves and try to beat life back into the motionless corpse of just four minutes.
As always though - good intentions and the burning fire of spirit-of-the-moment aside - it's a battle against inertia, indifference and insufficiency of time. We'll see, eh?
It's been an horrifically long period since my last post (seriously - I could have actually fathered an actual child in the time since), and following a potentially unwise statement made in order to try and persuade someone whose posts genuinely are worth reading to get her bloggin' freak back on, I've agreed to up staves and try to beat life back into the motionless corpse of just four minutes.
As always though - good intentions and the burning fire of spirit-of-the-moment aside - it's a battle against inertia, indifference and insufficiency of time. We'll see, eh?
Tuesday 24 January 2012
The future's bright...
Yes, I know I've not been about or posting much - but to be fair, I've had a little time off of late, revising and a-studying for some exams; it's not just you, I've not much been talking to anyone.
Sunday 15 January 2012
Pubwatch 2012 (no.4) - The Penny Black, Bicester
What can one say about a Wetherspoons, really?
The ale was cheap enough, the food served its purpose and the service was indifferent. Standard. Mind, the only pub in Bicester, in my experience, to consistently serve a decent pint of proper beer - management at certain other pubs just across from the Methodist Church on Sheep Street could learn a thing or two about, y'know, keeping the bloody lines clean and rotating the barrels, stuff like that...
Friday 13 January 2012
On its way...
...went to another pub this week, the Standing Order in Derby. Didn't get a pic though, because it was dark and we had to get over to the cinema. But it's coming, the review and everything (including more about that heartwarming £1.29 pint!) just as soon as I do get a pic.
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