I wonder where it went wrong with the media. Part of me wants to make an arbitrary pointing of my finger to sometime in the early eighties. I recall during that time period a distinct change in reporting, particularly in regards to political matters. It was the Miners’ Strike as I recall, and the image that remains in my head is that of Ian MacGregor … Continue reading I Had No Idea Brexit Was Happening Because I Do Not Read the News and I Am All the Happier Because of It.
I am a slave to trends. Though I may push the image of a contrarian on the outskirts of society, I, like every other outsider, wish for nothing else than to fit in. Conforming seems such an easier way to live life. Doing what other people say without fuss or bother, and being rewarded for it via maintaining relationships and a career for longer than … Continue reading Trending Trends
For a brief period in the early twentieth century, God himself descendent from the heavens and took on a mortal form. In this guise, he adopted the name George Orwell. When not starting fights with wildlife and Oxford professors, George Orwell loved nothing more than A Nice Cup of Tea. In an articled published in the Evening Standard, Orwell wrote of his eleven golden rules … Continue reading A Nicer Cup of Tea
I have an issue with authority. Not in the sense that I am some hardened criminal who regularly flouts the law; though, if I were, I would not mention that in such a public setting. No: when it comes to me, I have a simple dislike of being told what to do. Sometimes I still do that which I am told to do, but I … Continue reading Boo, Authority. Boo!
For some unknown reason there are people out there who to wish know what their ancestors were like. Who Do You Think You Are? remains popular well into its seventeenth series (or season, if you’re an American). Barely five minutes passes on the television before something pops up from Ancestry wherein some man with a Northern accent comments about how knowing his Great-Great-Grandfather was a … Continue reading On the Origins of Namesies
Once I had the foolish idea that starting a blog would lead to something. Unfortunately this idea came a decade after the Blog Bubble had burst and there was no chance of making anything of it other than a place where He and I make public in-jokes to one another. Going by my own stat page, He doesn’t read the parts of the joke I … Continue reading Abandoned Ideas
CD Projekt’s The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt was released worldwide on 19 May, 2015. I bought it on release day, despite not playing the first two Witcher games. This meant that during the scene in Vizima where Geralt is interrogated over the events of the first two games, my eyes glossed over as the history of name after name of nobodies who held no significance … Continue reading Master Witcher, Master Gwenter