Showing posts with label 2016. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2016. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

It's not all bad ... but it's not all good...


End of the year means it's time for content providers across the land to compile list after list after list of 'things' that happened over the preceding 12 months and what might happen over the next 12. This is all hung, drawn and quartered by 'critics' in as many digital slices as possible.

This traditional load of 'content' baloney is driven by Christmas and the fact that all anyone wants to do in the Western world is get pissed, eat and generally act like a slob for a few days. This is of course infinitely preferable to being at work and attempting to drum up anything newsworthy to crow about. But the online news machine needs feeding, hence desperate hacks resorting to recycling what's gone and what might happen many times over for our tired old eyes to tuck into again, again and again until they fall out. 

This year comes with the additional addendum that 2016 has been the worst 12 months 'ever' due to Trump, Brexit, Prince, Bowie, Cohen, AA Gill and every other cultural totem passing on. Jesus h. Get some fucking perspective you yaa yaa bores.

Monday, 4 January 2016

I always wanted to be a juvenile delinquent but my parents wouldn't let me


Happy new year people. As is custom at this time of year, the past month of liquids has been one both hard and heavy, particularly as we have gone through Christmas like a hot knife through a delicious loads of cans. Last month it seemed fit to have a drink at literally every moment. Are you eating crisps? Have a pint. Is that a sink you're scrubbing? Here's a gin. Ah so you're sweeping the floor? Enjoy this bottle of Merlot. Here's what we've seen and can't remember. Now it's all about the resolutions, the new dreams and aspirations. We are going to clean the window sill. We might even get the boiler to work. And stop flicking snot around the room. Maybe...

Soz. Fam
The best bit of the supermarket

Way back in

Way back out

Game changing

Work Christmas dinner is served 

Post Xmas Gregg's breakfast - the 2015 bake in all its glory... 

#crapmas

The posh, unaffordable flat in Spaced. At night

So solid brew bruv

Essential xmas reading

Essential xmas drinking. Watch out for the widget crew

Fam going 3d

Silsden after the floods

Ilkey's waterfall. Bit boring

Lost in Ilkey

Trying to find Sue James' box. Even with the map, and the size, we failed to locate the precious box. 

Contemplating a career change

Brap

On the set of Death Becomes Her

Hangover breakfast with a pair of ghosts and a sweetcorn fritter. Spare the fritter
Westwood going in

#newyearnewyou