I love my television. It tells me what to think about things I wouldn’t otherwise be the slightest bit interested in. It is a bastion of social justice in this post-Whitehouse society, providing wholesome entertainment in an age of MTV music videos that might as well be underwear advertisements. It is a window to the…
“Oooone ooof usss! Oooone oof usss!” Why is that the only thing I can remember from the various interviews and press conferences surrounding Gary Caldwell’s appointment as (temporary?) Wigan Athletic manager this week? At the risk of conjuring unsettling imagery from cult 1932 film Freaks, promoting from within seems a refreshing notion in light of…
So I just looked at my calendar and apparently today has been designated Pancake Day. Well, if you really want me to give up the silly jokes for Lent, I shall make it my mission to stuff every pun imaginable into a scarcely manageable concoction of crass, crepe-tastic stodge. Ohhh yes! Get ready for the…