I have over time, collected my fair share of disgruntled, single friends who have seemingly spent the last ten years going on date after date with emotionally stunted ne’er-do-wells. What have I been… Continue reading
We played a game of vertical stratigraphy in the pub the other day. According to my “friend” these are the only layers I have.
If people such as Mr Majeika (Oh Hamish!), Emu and Jonathan Creek teach us anything it’s that deep down everybody wants to live in a windmill, or at the very least think windmills… Continue reading
Let’s admit it here and now: when the original Mr Frosty trundled his way onto our TV screens and we saw big gangs of beaming youngsters enjoying the wonders of crushed ice and… Continue reading
Hello, my name is Helen and I’m a Hootaholic… I want you to know: I wasn’t always a Hootaholic. At first I only dabbled with the soft stuff: listing loves on Myspace, uploading… Continue reading
Recently I caught the tail-end (no pun intended) of “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” -the film that secured all of those stunning BT adverts for Bob Hoskins. I’d forgotten just how much of a… Continue reading
The majority of people I know view the smoky haze of Middlesbrough with deep disdain. Probably because these days the majority of people I meet are Southerners. They diss Middlesbrough based on whatever… Continue reading
Whilst browsing fake Rolexes and Mucci (mock-Gucci) sunglasses on a Manhattan market stall I came across two baby turtles. They were being held captive in a very small, plastic box that had only… Continue reading
My alarm sounded at 4:15am. The alarm on my phone plays a very bizarre, somewhat discordant song that sounds as though it was once the theme tune to a tragic 1980’s game show… Continue reading
