Somebody left a whole packet of custard creams near my work desk with a note attached inviting all and sundry to take one. I have just finished off the majority of the packet. I feel both sick and guilty. I do like a biscuit, especially of the custard cream variety and find myself consuming one […]
Napoleon Fantastic recently experienced a proud moment in relation to my good self. He is proud that I am now officially a model and will soon be seen in all my drag glory appearing in a professional calendar for next year.
I am proud that he is proud. We have come a long way to get […]
I mentioned yesterday that I had managed to burn my feet on a hot water bottle. At the weekend I also sustained other burn-related injuries. These were oven induced. I can be particularly clumsy but my injuries all seem to occur at the same time. I was extracting some roasted vegetables from the hot oven […]
Yesterday I attended a training course in Victoria (London not Australia). I found the course to be rather irrelevant and wearisome. There were far too many time consuming exercises and not enough theory. However, I do now have a qualification from the Press Association and I did get to spend a day out of the […]
“I just don’t get it Nel, what is it with modern music? It all sounds the same and the bands all look stupid. Listening to the radio makes me feel broken.”
“I know Pip, but there are some great new bands around. What about CSS, The Cribs or Foals?”
“No, you’re wrong, they’re all rubbish.”
Pip is yet […]
Last evening, experimental rockers Radiohead performed in a small nightclub on Brick Lane. They were originally going to play at the Rough Trade East record shop. However, due to safety fears, this was moved to the 93 Feet East club. The band announced the free gig on Wednesday morning and offered fans a limited run […]
Please join me in wishing Pip a very happy birthday. He has hit the big three O and is feeling rather depressed about it. I’ve still got a few years to go yet so I have no idea how he’s feeling. Hee hee.
Pip has always been old at heart. He doesn’t like any of that […]
Just the other day myself and my esteemed colleague Pip paid a visit to Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall. We’d heard about the new art installation consisting of a big gash in the floor of the gallery’s main hall. We were refused entry to the actual hall by a bulldog-faced security guard. We snuck in a […]