On Friday, I listened to this and this, which made me want to start watching his actual stuff. Sarge has both of Werner Herzog’s box sets, and he’s wanted me to get into his films for ages. It can be said that every night is film night in this house. Films and booze. Friday film nights are special because they include not having to get up the next morning, and therefore, more booze. We sat down with My Best Fiend. …
You know what I hate? Using my credit card over the phone. Or putting any number longer than a local or international number into a phone. Because that requires entering the number in before the automated voice says: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, try again. Well, of course you didn’t catch that. It wasn’t a ball. Or my shoe, hurtling towards your head. You don’t even have a head. You are a machine. May I speak to a real…
I’ve lived in Edinburgh a few months now, and I’ve discovered a few things about myself, and the world. I like lists, and so in no particular order: The only thing I hate more than slow-walkers are slow-walkers who stop short. On a hill. In front of me. Sometimes I can’t avoid nipping people’s heels, and I’ve developed a points system for when this happens. 50 points if they act like they don’t notice, 100 points if they say ‘ouch’,…
