Archives for: December 2008
15/12/08
Not dead, just thirty.
A number of people have recently commented on my lack of bloggage, some with a faint air of genuine concern.
I have turned thirty and thus I no longer have anything of consequence to say. In the absence of a shift to the Daily Mail, seen in many aging Englishmen, I find my opinions merely watered down tripe, rendered moot by my insecurity and lack of rebellious verve.
I no longer hate anything. I shall sit here in my slippers pondering the fact that 1993 still seems recent and that I can’t believe it’s really been 18 years since the fall of Thatcher.
Do not weep for me. I am happy. John Lewis is now my favourite shop. I am disproportionately excited about my new Le Creuset flan dish. Join me on this magical journey.
Actually I do still hate Clarkson, he’s a cunt.
