Category: Sanctimoan
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Thought Vomit #112: ft. Biscuits
I had an argument a few weeks back, one that actually made me fizz with actual, proper, real indignant rage. It was about the Rocky Chocolate Bar. And it IS a chocolate BAR, not a biscuit. And that’s what irked me. My friend insists it’s a chocolate biscuit, and I KNOW FOR A FACT it’s…
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Thought Vomit #107: ft. Crickets
I’ve just watched a segment on The Culture Show in which Toby Young laments the decline of the critic. It was so massively wide of the mark, it might as well have been about Aberdeen. It began with Young talking about how critics used to be famous, revered and feared; about how they used to…
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Thought Vomit #104: Watching The Watchdog
For once tonight I replaced my teeth with coins, and submitted a complaint to the Press Complaints Commission. And they replied. This should be cause of celebration you’d think, but my suspicions were raised that this reply may not be totally kosher. I suspect it may be an automatic response. My first clue; they replied…
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Thought Vomit #103: Ballooning Pscience
So, the Balloon Boy was in the attic all along, and the Sherriff doesn’t think it was a hoax. That’s how things stand as I up chuck this brain think. It’s interesting to me that the father is being described as a stormchaser, with very little attention being focused on his quack-pot ideologies. Even if…
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Thought Vomit #102: ft. The Daily Hate Mail
If you haven’t read Jan Moir’s hideous column in today’s Daily Mail, please take a moment to do so: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1220756/A-strange-lonely-troubling-death–.html You wouldn’t want to be one of those people who are righteously indignant about it having not read it, as she claims, and not being in possession of all the facts. First things first; Jan…
