I used to feel smart and pleased with myself when I used to be able to fix “computer problems” – that all encompassing term that covers a multitude of sins, neglects, marmalades in the floppy drives (that time was sabotage, and my child-like revenge against the sugary assassin was brutal) and general confusions. I am […]

Why do the BBC feel it necessary to add a moustache to this president’s face?

Trouble and strife and going to Blighty, grease and stag nights, the tubes and the greyness. The family, the friends, the ‘rents. The pointing out that I use the word ‘like’ too much. Just booked some hairyplane tickets to England in March. w00t.