If you didn't have a great Valentine's Day - or if you did - you need to watch the inimitable Charlie Brooker's How TV Ruined Your Life, episode 4: Love.
Without doubt, this is one of the bitterest, funniest shows I've ever seen. Clearly filmed before he married an ex-children's TV presenter. Wonder what she thought of it. Settle down and be glad you're not him.
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Love and Money
Intelliwench (who is both) is seeking a mate. She's also not very impressed with corporate America - read her very funny adventures in the Dow Jones.
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Support the CWU
There's a postal strike coming. Support it - the postmen and women are being painted as lazy, reactionary troublemakers rather than hardworking people who aren't opposed to 'modernisation' - they're opposed to reduced services with inadequate staffing.
Personally, it means going cold turkey. No books in the post. Worse than that, the university post is suspended while new pigeonholes are constructed (they look too small for more than a single paperback - more dumbing down). I had to scavenge in the school office to get my fix today: two Angela Carter novels (Love and Several Perceptions) from the 1960s and (finally) Colfer's Hitchhiker's Guide novel, And Another Thing… Wonder if I'll hate it as much as Cynical Ben (here and here).
Personally, it means going cold turkey. No books in the post. Worse than that, the university post is suspended while new pigeonholes are constructed (they look too small for more than a single paperback - more dumbing down). I had to scavenge in the school office to get my fix today: two Angela Carter novels (Love and Several Perceptions) from the 1960s and (finally) Colfer's Hitchhiker's Guide novel, And Another Thing… Wonder if I'll hate it as much as Cynical Ben (here and here).
Friday, 8 May 2009
Friday's conundrum
Mr Meat Loaf proclaimed that he would do anything for love, but he wouldn't do 'that', which in his case presumably meant 'diet'.
What wouldn't you do for love? As you're my readers, you're probably lonely, desperate and vulnerable - like me - so I'm guessing that very little self-abasement is excluded, but let's hear it.
What wouldn't I do?
Hazel Blears
vote Tory
praise Ocean Colour Scene
eat fish
recognise Nagorno-Karabakh
read Coelho or any other self-help book
endure Tarantino films
I'm sure there are more.
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