// March 2007
Well, here we are. An all new website which actually has my blog (well, at least that bit from February onwards) included in it. Who’d have thought eh?
Why the change? Well, the old site was all very nice, and I had a lot of stuff in the old blog, but somehow I wanted something integrated and funky and Content Management Systemy of my own, so here it is. I hope my old blog readers find their way here and make themselves at home and that it’s all relatively easy to work your way around.
There’ll be a bit of fine-tuning over the next month or so I’m sure, but for now I’m bored with working on it so here it is.
(And trust me to choose an A1 song to paraphrase for the title, eh?)
This has to be one of the best flop songs out there. It completely bombed despite being infuriatingly catchy and bouncy and upbeat and all the things I like best about pop music.
One of the reasons for its failure, though, may be the video which – whilst being, to my mind, quite stylish arty and sophisticated – doesn’t quite gel with the dance track. But hey.
Here for your aural pleasure (or not) are “The Parade” with “Terrorize the Dancefloor”.
And the lead singer? Oh you so would, wouldn’t you?
But I would like to point out I didn’t buy the egg-cup for myself – it’s an Easter present from my aunt.
And to think that I thought eating boiled eggs couldn’t get any better. Hah!
I’ve just ordered a new PC. A whole powerhouse machine of dual-core loveliness, custom-made just for me at vast expense.
I’ve been building up to it for weeks. I decided ages ago that the time had come based purely on how tricksy “Spasm” has been getting of late (he’s really struglling to run Fruity Loops now) and it didn’t take much time to figure out what I needed, but I will admit that the delay has purely been caused by the cost.
It’s not that I can’t afford it, mind – I’ll be honest, I’m quite well set up at the moment – but somehow I have an inbuilt reluctance to spend any amount of money that stretches into three figures. Call it a hangover from my student days (and I had a fair few of those at the time).
So… in about a week and a half I hope to have it sitting here, purring gently and eagerly leaping to perform any task I should ask of it.
I can hardly wait.
You can tell spring is just round the corner.
Fitness First have just started doing a “Get Yourself a Beach Bum” campaign – big splashy logo on their website and everything.
Unfortunately, due to some clever positioning of their current corporate maxim in the same advert, what the current picture says is “Get Yourself a Beach Bum. Join the World’s Largest for only 89p.”
So here I am: a member of the worlds largest bum.
I feel so proud.
So, a study has concluded that the drug laws in this country are “driven by moral panic” and hopelessly in a need of an overhaul.
Yes, I find myself rather agreeing there. I am very much of the “criminalising it just makes it more dangerous – and besides which in moderation they’re not that bad” school of thought.
It is, however, perhaps unsurprising that the Home Office are treating a report on the subject by the Royal Society of Arts rather less seriously than they otherwise might.