Mon, 24 December 2012
Grinch, not because I am being deliberately all Scroogey and slagging off Christmas, just because I am somehow entirely failing to find any Christmas spirit at all. I like Christmas actually. Although, I suppose to be fair, like a lot of people I despise the hysteria of the presents and all that shit. Particularly the way the shops start punting it in late September, and the fucking adverts ladle on the emotional blackmail to imply that anything less than an entry-level mortgage spent on presents is some sort of horrendous slight on your loved ones. Fairly standard anti-commercialisation moaning aside, though, I like the cold and the darkness and the time spent quietly with family doing next to nothing. I also like the ritual preparation of a huge meal, and then lying on the sofa watching Back to the Future or Star Wars or Indiana Jones all evening because you're too bloody full to do anything else. But I'm not doing that this year, am I. No, I am doing the accounts and editing sessions. Because I'm a dick. 01. Eddie Izzard - Covered in Bees (00.26) |
Fri, 14 December 2012
What the fuck am I doing calling something a Currycast, I hear you ask. Music cannot be curry-themed, and nor is it. This is called the Currycast simply because I am visiting my Granddad in Manchester and he has just asked me to cook a curry for him tomorrow night. 01. Inspector Tapehead - I Am Your Pedigree (00.12) |
Thu, 6 December 2012
Don't worry, the chances of me actually playing party music on a Toadcast are about as good as Lana Del Rey getting some semblance of life back into that blank, empty, defeated gaze of hers. |
