Saturday, 19 September 2009
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
The boot is full. Our souls are empty. Still we pack. Will there be room for the three of us?
We are OFF, out of this shitten town, on a brisk, clear February morning.
I can feel we are approaching city limits. I can see the mountains on the horizon.
Lothianburn Junction. A ‘Welcome to Midlothian’ sign – we have busted out of Edinburgh!
Passed Penicuik. Out in the hills on the A702. It’s so beautiful. Suddenly, all the elements come together, and you can see nature working the way it should. Instead of a huge, monolithic city trying to be New York on top of a marsh.
Carlops. Presumably it’s an upgrade from Cyclops. “Troglodytes” mutters mum.
Annandale Water Services.
Stopped off to watch the poor boy at Costa Coffee who is presumably in his first week of employment. The safety pin through his ear offset his bad shaving wonderfully.
Monday, 31 August 2009
Friday, 28 August 2009
Thursday, 27 August 2009
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Tommy 'Tp' Peel
- Age: 20
- Gender: Male
- Astrological Sign: Aquarius
- Zodiac Year: Snake
- Location: Bradford/Hull : Yorkshire : United Kingdom
Hello Dear Reader, I am a Drama and English student at Hull who enjoys all types of Media activities but like a large number of people, am continually pissed off by it. I also struggle to spell. I hope to be a decadent but am far too worried I might kill myself
Everyone is, of course, entitled to an opinion. Just bear in mind that the opinion you'll be reading is his opinion. The opinion of a man who doesn't even put a full-stop at the end of his sentences
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Monday, 24 August 2009
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Saturday, 22 August 2009
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
Ran from Haymarket, over in the West, all the way East to Arthur's Seat, and back again. Ran up as much of it as I could... I looked like shit. Felt good though, in a bleak sort of way.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Apparently, he lived off pies and cola, while he faked his death.
Decided to just relax today. Fancied a pie and some cola. And why not? We’re quids in. I’m living the high life in this little wardrobe. Well done, John. Well done me.
A nice relaxing day. I thought, “why not?” so I treated myself to another pie and cola. Delicious. There’s plenty to do in here. Sometimes I stare at the wood panelling. Sometimes I smell it.
Relaxed today. Pie and Cola again. Noticed a nail I hadn’t noticed before. What a laugh.
Relaxed. Pie and cola. Wood.
Pie and cola.
Pie and Cola.
Pie and cola
Ok, maybe I am getting slightly bored.
I know! I’ll have a pie.
And some cola.
Monday, 17 August 2009
Sunday, 16 August 2009
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Friday, 14 August 2009
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
For people who don't like cuss-words, they still seemed to be chuckling away at my erotic prose, and my ukulele rendition of an extremely hardcore hip-hop number.
Monday, 10 August 2009
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Friday, 7 August 2009
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Good news! There is a brand new compilation album of some of Dora Dale's funniest stuff available on iTunes!
It features some of her choicest short pieces on radio, and it's material that has never been available before. It features Martin Kelner, her interviewer from Pleased to Meet You, and is pretty much the same sort of stuff.
If you buy the whole album, you also get to hear from two other characters - Bernard Rush, the Drinking Man's Alan Whicker, and Antony Ferrel, a young offender with an exuberant outlook on life.
There's even a never-before-broadcast tour round the home of Richard Whiteley with Dora Dale. It gets a little messy at the end...
Here's the link for iTunes:
Or if you'd rather do it through Amazon, it's there as well:
Hey, and if you're in Edinburgh over the summer, look me up and come and say hello - I'm doing two shows up there, and Dora features in one of them.
Thursday, 30 July 2009
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Monday, 22 June 2009
Monday, 20 April 2009
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
What the flip is going on with Horizon? Personally, all I want is Cox. Brian Cox. I suspect that joke might have worked better on the radio. Anyone would think I wrote this for the radio and have now repurposed it for the blog. Dear me no. Not my style. Always fresh, every time.
Anyway. Horizon. Tonight the show is fronted by David Baddiel, who will no doubt be twiddling his stupid earring and talking about education. I’m sure the former English reader at King’s College Cambridge will have plenty to say to the likes of you and me about education. What do you mean, bitter?
Frog Blancmange, anyone? No? Bone Marrow Rice Pudding? Heston Blumenthal is rapidly turning into a culinary Roald Dahl – mmm, dahl – with his latest offering, Heston’s Tudor Feast at 9 on Channel 4. Still, it might be moderately entertaining to watch Sophie Ellie-Bextor and Cilla Black trying to get it down. Fame is a cruel mistress. They must be desperate.
Finally, oh well, Horne and Corden continue their sketch show on BBC3 at 10.30. Whether your favourite is the lumpy one, and I’m a fine one to talk, or the one with eye shadow, there’s something there for everyone, if everyone has never ever ever seen the Fast Show, Smack the Pony, or almost any comedy, quite possible including Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps.
Have a good day!
Sunday, 25 January 2009
It started (although I didn't know it at the time) with Armageddon, a film from 1998 that sucked. It dealt with the subject of the earth being struck by a meteor, and it came out about 8 seconds after Deep Impact, which dealt with the same theme but was a much more interesting, sensitive, and well-thought-out film.
Monday, 19 January 2009
There’s plenty to be unhappy about. God knows we’re all facing those foul little squirts of adrenalin with the credit crunch, and this morning it seems Britain has been hit by a water cannon, but come on.
You could be living in the hottest part of the world, where people every day have to walk a 30-mile round trip to fetch their water in sweltering heat, and when the water comes out of the ground, it is literally boiling.
You could be George W Bush, about to give way to someone approximately 8 billion times more popular than you – no money is worth that, dude.
You could be an animal – would you like to spend your life as a dung beetle? I would, actually, but I’m a bit weird like that.
Or you could be a patient awaiting dentistry in the 18th Century. That was not fun.
And if you really want to widen the frame on the luckiness thing:
Arthur C Clarke said we are nothing but chemicals risen to consciousness, so be grateful that the chemicals that make up you aren’t currently being used as a swamp, or a cow pat, or a lamp, or spinning through the vast, cold vacuum of space as a lifeless comet, or Gary Bushell’s Beard, getting covered in bits of egg and venom.
So come on, brace up, let’s make the best of it. It’s really not so bad. Have a good day.