A day (or two) of updates

OK, it’s been quiet in the last couple of days here, mainly because I was away, and wrote some new main pages instead.

So, there’s another rant about trains (yes, they’re becoming quite common in some ways), a “final” piece on the christmas aftermath and the start of a new campaign although that still needs work. That’s my job for tomorrow, anyway.

Oh, and the rants index has been altered too…

Tis the season to be mournful

RIP Herb Ritts.

Bad Examples

Nice to see TV chefs being told off for poor hygiene. I’ve often wondered how they could get away with some of the cooking programmes that are on TV, considering how abysmal the hygiene shown is. As per the story, chefs dipping fingers into their culinary creations to test them, still wearing jewellery while cooking, not wiping down chopping boards between meats etc., you get to see it all. (Maybe I do need to get out more after all)

Unreal

To paraphrase from Victor Meldrew, I just don’t keffing believe it. It’s less than 48 hours after Christmas Day, and I’ve seen the first advert for Christmas 2003. OK, it was for a Christmas Hamper, but that really does take the piss.

Time for another load of Vodka Choccies, methinks.

Poxing Day

Ah, the joys of the festive aftermath. I’ve been working on the laptop doing some redesigns and playing with some ideas, mainly for the index pages in the individual sections. Isn’t that what Boxing Day is for? I’ll upload it all when I get home tomorrow.

Have a good one…

Vodka Shots

The chocolate company Elizabeth Shaw have come up with Russian Vodka Shots which are particularly evil, taste stronger than they are, and really make christmas go with a bit of a slosh. Not bad at all…

Bastard packaging

I don’t know what it is this year, but having spent Christmas Day at a friends who has a 6-year old, I’m completely amazed at the packaging that’s involved in pretty much all her pressies. The plastic is all this “won’t tear, even if you’ve got fingernails from hell – it’s time to break out the chef’s kife from the kitchen” stuff that no child will ever penetrate before the end of the year. Every single battery compartment has a fucking screw on it to open it up – when did that happen? It’s a complete pain in the arse – well, more accurately, in the finger when you realise you haven’t got the necessary screwdrivers, and use a knife blade instead, which (of course) slips…

Also, considering the abuse the phrase has received over the years, how come companies STILL don’t include batteries in battery-driven toys. The main advance seems to have been that plugs are now attached, thank fuck – but still batteries aren’t included in toys that need ’em. Cunts.