February 2012
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January 2012
8 posts
How I Ended Up Playing A Piano Accordion in an...
Somebody once said that “a gentleman is one who can play the bagpipes, but chooses not to”, and I think that probably holds true for the piano accordion, too. It’s one of those instruments that only really works well in two places, and they are:
a.) The Amelie soundtrack.
and
b.) A raging inferno.
Why I happen to own one, then, is a mystery even to me. Even more of a...
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Thoughts As You Realise Youre Not Going To Sleep
The first sign is that seditious little buzzing in your head. It’s probably the cup of tea just before bed. I mean, it’s not a good idea to have those things just before you go to sleep, is it? Milk would have sufficed, or just a glass of water, or nothing really. Why do I need a drink anyway?
I guess looking at my iPhone hasn’t helped, too. All those flashing lights. I guess...
Arise! Arise! (And Windy Weather)
Blogs and I have had a long and troubled relationship. One minute we’re deeply infatuated, the next - well, I’ve forgotten about them. No doubt this one is going to go the same way, but I really don’t want it to. Dammit, I’m going to write this thing, and nothing is going to get in my way.
Not even the Pirates of the Caribbean 3-esque storm that is rocking England at...
July 2010
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Is It Wrong To Dislike Inception (And Other Stupid...
This is the latest thing. When people exhaust talking about Antenna Issues or Facebook privacy concerns or the Oil Spill they move onto talking about Inception and Contrarianism. “Is it wrong to dislike Inception?” they ask. Certainly some of the reviews published have been deliberately contrarian. Roger Ebert recently rounded the argument up in a blog post written far better than...
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iPhone Antenna Issues
The man’s face glistened in the firelight as I approached him through the underbrush. I’d heard that this was the man to see; that he had all the stories to tell; that he’d heard them all. As I came closer to him, I saw that the damage had taken it’s toll. The skin around his eyes was loose and dark, and his thin emaciated face told me more about his past than I perhaps...