Reading time: 2 mins Just like the Commode Story in Reservoir Dogs, the hand dryer rages and obliterates all other sounds in the room. Unlike that scene I’ve not got a bag of drugs under my arm and there aren’t four rather camp looking, moustachioed American cops with accompanying police dog loitering by the sinks. I think this is…
Reading time: < 1 min I’m terribly guilty of starting things but never finishing them, and Tuesday prompted me into action once more. With all the best will in the world I just know that I’ll use the Goodreads website avidly for a few weeks and then my interest will be grabbed by someth… ohh shiny!! I am an online,…
Reading time: < 1 min I need a haircut. It’s starting to look messy, so on Saturday afternoon my niece is coming over to cut my hair. She’s a proper hairdresser and everything so I might get her to style it, colour it, or just put in some highlights, well, maybe lowlights… hmmmm not sure. Most likely I’ll just ask…
Reading time: < 1 min Teetering tall and shamed, the pile remains dust covered and untouched. A reminder of best efforts and failed endeavours, a totem of willing words, waiting to be uncovered. And my parents added another two books to the top of it last week. Gah!! I dare not count them for, not only would the number be…
Reading time: 2 mins Last year I read the book Made to Stick, in which the phrase “The Curse of Knowledge” makes an appearance. The authors of the book will be delighted to know that the phrase stuck in my head and I can be heard applying it in all sorts of scenarios. The principle is quite simple: Once…
Reading time: < 1 min We didn’t watch the Watchmen at the weekend, we talked about it but couldn’t be arsed. And I think I’m quite glad. I’m not sure though. The internets are rife with reviews of this movie. Most of the ones that fall into my view are written by fans of the graphical novel and are quite…