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Have you seen Bungle’s Twanger?

Matt — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 20:07:24 +0000

The Vertue of the COFFEE Drink..

Matt — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 01:54:27 +0000

Hot Kakapo Action

Matt — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 04:50:36 +0000

Last week I paid twenty bucks for seven minutes with Sirocco the Kakapo as part of New Zealand Conservation Week at the Auckland Zoo. Not sure how much Stephen Fry's photographer paid, but I certainly didn't get as intimate as this. Lucky bastard...

It’s Ironic

Matt — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:57:45 +0000

It’s lovely that the cat you missed pops in to say hello when you get home...

Farewell Curious George

Matt — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 07:20:41 +0000

Watched Fahrenheit 9/11 again the other day. I must say I find Moore’s documentaries pretty one-sided and a bit too emotive (though he does a good job of providing fact back-up here), but it was a timely reminder of the fuck up that has been the Bush administration. A brief clip below to stir the memory of Bush’s inauguration in 2001 - might be interesting to compare it to Obama’s next week.

The Little Things in Life

Joanne — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 07:26:29 +0000

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you." ~A.A. Milne

Out for the (Word) Count

Matt — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 17:40:35 +0000

'K, so I finished the sucka. 50,000 words in thirty days, most (not all) of them complete fudge. It wasn't without its casualties though - both fictional and real. After staying up until 3AM on the penultimate day, losing my literary virginity in a scotch-fuelled Mills & Boon-esque awkward encounter between the main character and his nemesis's sister, I was up again at the crack of dawn to toss most of the characters onto a fire that engulfed the final pages of the novel. A glass of champagne later and it was into the car to drive through a sodden night down to Cornwall for the weekend.

10,002 and counting…

Matt — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 22:10:00 +0000

My anti-hero, Robin Hartley, is doing very well thank you very much. He's shacked up with that bird Cara I was telling you about. Very soon, I know - perhaps even too soon (we shall have to wait and see) - but its my story and I'm in charge. And I kinda wanted to get to the juicy stuff, ya know? I've got a pretty good idea of what that juicy stuff is gonna be (I'll sneak in at least one more 'special' frappuccino), but what I'm really enjoying is just letting the bastard free within some really light structure and seeing what the hell he gets up to.

Nothing Vulgar About Beetroot

Joanne — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:38:48 +0000

I think I'm going to start a campaign for a revival of the 19^th Century name for the beetroot - blood turnip. It’s an infinitely more evocative name for a humble root vegetable that has hidden depths. Today, many varieties of Beta vulgaris are grown around the world, (when was the last time YOU ate a Burpee’s Golden or a Bull’s Blood beet?)

No Sleep till iPhone

Matt — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 16:12:30 +0000

Since that night there have been legal battles over the iPhone name, venomous exchanges on the interweb over the decision to lock it down, iBricks and silly bitches suing because they have nothing better to do. And, of course, the inevitable squealing of anti-Mac piglets suckled strongly onto Bill Gates' swollen teats (he says, ducking).