Chris Cornell is a poet

Summer rolls on in the lazy hours An ether dream world of hummingbirds and clouds Midnight swims in the cool black waves You in my arms as it rolls away Audioslave remind me of the summer that is now a distant dream. Damn these cold days.

TV Rage

Personally, I love shouting at my TV. It brings me great joy. But today, Sarah was really taking advantage of the benefits of our great one-directional media: MasterChef (Cleo): I think I stayed true to myself with what I cooked… Sarah: BUT YA F**KED IT!! MasterChef (Cleo): I started cooking after my Mum passed… Sarah (unsympathetically): Blah blah blaaaah…!

It’s a Mild, Mild World

David and I were discussing a hypothetical world where ‘Wild’ was replaced with ‘Mild’. Here are some of the consequences: “Man vs Mild” – Bear Grylls demonstrates survival techniques at Nandos “Mild Mild West” – the west where everybody carries guns but no one uses them “Girls Gone Mild” – inebriated girls show off their knitwear in public places “Born […]