I think that Charlie Brooker is psychic. He has been looking in my head and writing down what he finds for his excellent column in The Guardian. This sums up my position on children - especially as we too live in bloody "Nappy Valley" - nicely...
I hate kids. Hate them all without exception. Even yours. Especially yours. Especially if it's a boy and you named it Jake. And if you've ever written a chummy diary article about Jake for a Sunday supplement, I wish nothing short of death upon you. Death by wasps and bombs and razorwire. In a thunderstorm. While Jake looks on in horror. Because I hate parents too...
Supposing... we had annoying child distress flares.
New pubs-a-go-go!
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For the first time in nearly 100 years, I'm posting some new pubs.
First up, as we say on the radio, Al and I tried to do a Northern line pub
crawl. Except...
18 years ago
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