I’d like you, dear reader, to take a moment to appreciate the true magnificence of what I am about to tell you. This is a tale of art, friendship and sharing in the modern age. Last night, as I was pre-occupied with eating and psyching myself up for the glory of BTTF on the big…
…your going to see some serious shit. Damn straight because tonight is the night that I get to see the Doc himself on the big screen. It’s been many years since I’ve been so excited to see someones face displayed in front of me at the size of a house. The back to the future…
I have unwittingly become party to a gigantic waste of my own time. I boarded a train at London Euston at 14:31 this afternoon. The train from London to my home town is supposed to take 55 minutes point-to-point. I am writing this now from Seat 4 of Coach D at 15:53 whilst travelling at…
Hello there! Remember me? It’s Andrew Jenkins. The guy who posts 27% of the content on this website, thus far undermining the desired output of his long-suffering friend and partner, Anthony Brown. I realise that I haven’t exactly been delivering on my promise of daily musings to lace your mind with the refuse of my…
It appears that once again advertising has found its rhythm. Focal trends in the delivery and packaging of this medium are often dipped in and out of, with classics like sexual enticement, success, beautification and other archetypes of our weakness and vanities are all catered for. There is a heck of a lot gender-bias involved in advertising. Women’s adverts have…
If The Stig had a mentally defective brother… this is what he would look like.