Shock, Horror

My flabber is gasted. On Friday I’m off to see Peter Gabriel at the Newcastle Telewest Arena – really looking forward to it, as I’ve already seen the tour once at Manchester Arena, but the two people I’m going with haven’t seen it except on the DVD.

However, the tickets still haven’t arrived, so last week I emailed TicketMaster, who I’d bought them from. It’s taken a week to get a response, their customer “services” line is permanently engaged, and their “email” system is something that the phrase “fucking bobbins” was designed to describe. But at least now they’ve arranged for duplicate tickets to be left at the Box Office so I can collect them on the night. Despite the increased blood pressure over the last few days, it’s now come down to a simple “it’s sorted”, and I have to say that I’m semi-impressed. Maybe they’re just used to postal chuff-ups, I don’t know, but the problem is rectified, and I’m happy.

Of course, it still could be that when I get to the Arena no-one will know a chuffing thing, in which case there may be a retraction (and resultant Sweary® production) on Saturday…


About Bloody Time

Some people who email me will know that I’ve got a domain name which currently doesn’t have a web-presence. Well, OK, it’s got a holding page – but that’s it. I’ve had the domain for four years now – if not five – and have had some ideas of what to do with it, but nothing’s ever come to fruition.

So this may be another of those plans – only time will tell – but I think I’ve got an idea of what I’m going to use the domain for. It might even make for some interesting projects along the way. But for now I do feel some vague optimism, and a desire to see if I can make it work properly.

I’m not trying to be purposely enigmatic on this one (although it looks like I’m succeeding anyway) but for now I don’t want to curse the idea with too many expectations. But once it’s life, or on the way to working, I’ll publicise more about it.


Like an Arrow

Eh? You what? June? Already? When did that happen?


BB5 AKA “Load of old shite”

Oh Jesus Christ, God help us all, it’s back. For a fifth series, as if we weren’t all utterly fucked off with it after the first four.

Of course, most people weren’t bored comatose by the constant media drivel of the previous four, and already it’s one of the main conversation pieces of the office. I don’t even know who the people are – there’s someone called Kitten, apparently, and some ringpiece turned up in a thong? The mind boggles, and already my survival instinct has cut off any nascent desire to know any more about it.

Eight and a half weeks to go…


Mating Season

No, not me, you fools. However, thanks to David for sending me a series of photos and captions regarding – the mind boggles – Moose courtship.

And as an additional, the fantastic Mooseworld. I wonder if there’s a chance that 21 Piccadilly can become an associate member?