Saturday, 7 January 2012
This one had me laughing out loud at every moany sod lucky enough to not be living in a cardboard box who exclaims 'youre going to ruin Christmas' in situations that only point to their indulgence. We all do it and should do it a hell of a lot of less which I suppose is why I love this blog: the irony reminds me to not be too much of a cunt. Enjoy.
Good Saturday afternoon read on the future of hip hop from cultural commentator/author/broadcaster/the guy my mum calls me to tell me is on Newsnight!
I've had Exquire in the background all morning reminiscing on Wu Tang et al.
Friday, 6 January 2012
Check out The Guardian's Literary Events in 2012:
I'll be looking forward to Edmund White's Jack Holmes and His Friend.
I'll be queuing up at 4 am outside Waterstones if need be to get my hands on Toni Morrisson's new novel Home.
I'll be ignoring Jonathan Franzen's recommendation for 2012 The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach because I founf Freedom so dry.
(so dry the book is now used in our household to hide the picture light switch that hangs down the back of the bookshelf...sad times Franzen, sad times)
I'll be reading Philip Larkin: The Complete Poems thinking rather mean thoughts about people on the tube just like he would.
Michael Fassbender...the man any straight dude would be proud to call his boyfriend.
That is all. Feast your eyes on him and read about how cool and talented he is.
Someone lucky from the Guardian gets face-time with Michael Fassbender
Oh dear Diane. OH DEAR GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Di's got that look in her eyes, we've all been there, the person you spend most of your day attempting to placate/evade is on you like a fly on shit cos they've got you sussed. You tried to cover it up but everyone knows you sent that email that was meant for your boyfriend to the MD. You're fucked. You know it, your boss knows it and Diane knows it too. And yet she won't stop talking!
I will say that in the context of the original conversation (which seems terrifyingly more distant from every Chinese whisper) that Diane's point, although wholly inappropriate and poorly expressed as per usual when it comes to her and anything to do with race, wasn't total nonsense either. SOME black leaders can be stirrers, all poltiicians are capable of being stirrers,it's polticial Darwinism no? Diane responded to a question about black politicians/leaders and well she fucked it all up.
'I don't care! I'm not going to take it anymore! You can't stop me. I said it. YOU CAN'T STOP ME. Yea I said it. And WHAT?'