In which I discuss my motivations for writing, and ponder why a certain douche nozzle frat boy is considered a literary iconoclast, remarkable novelist and poet.* You know that feeling you get that’s like a surge of inspiration, an electric current pushing you forward and physically forcing you to bring a pen to paper, to write…Read more 5 Reasons Why London Made Me Smile This Month Or Jack Kerouac Was Kind Of An Arsehole, Wasn’t He?
Yesterday on the bus to work I was gazing out of the window and brushing up on my favourite tardiness excuse — ’sorry there’s awful traffic at X due to Catastrophe Y and time delay is thus completely not my fault’ — when I came across a peculiar scene. I actually saw a real traffic jam. It’s as if…Read more How the Government Spends Your Tax Contributions: A Quick Example Using London Police Horses
"One tiny step for hands, one giant leap for mankind." Have you ever wondered what George Clooney would look like if his hand was the size of a pea? More importantly, have you ever considered how funny this would look? If you've answered 'yes' to either of these questions, you should seriously consider adopting a…Read more One Tiny Hand