Friday, 25 February 2011


Macarons, Macaroons, or Paul McCar-troons... call them what you will... I attempted them.

They obviously didn't turn out perfect, I didn't expect them to. What I ended up with was something semi-presentable and edible, which was the main objective. Those of you in the baking-know, will be aware that macarons are notoriously tricky. Not incredibly difficult - we're not talking mille-feuille difficult, or Ace of Cakes difficult... just very fiddly. It's all in the little techniques, which sounds ridiclous, but if you've ever made meringue (and my meringue fairy is rarely on my side) then you'll understand.

If you've never made meringue then fucking sort it out. You've never lived.

So anyway, the finished product...

Could be better, but I'm very happy with that as a first attempt. And yes, they were delicious.

Thursday, 24 February 2011


We often get groups of people wankers ordering large rounds of shots. Shots I’m fine with, they have their time and place, and they're quick to pour. But there’s a specific type of shot-orderer: the type of person wanker that orders 15 shots for 5 people (tequila for the uber-douche), waves their money about like they’re Mr. Moneybags (and doesn’t tip), lines them up in a row and takes multiple pictures of themselves posing with the shots before drinking them.

I once actually heard a guy say “Oh my god, this is literally like something out of James Bond!” I pitied that man... and envied him at the same time. He honestly believed he was James fucking Bond. Awesome.

Also, what's up with this picture? Why would you shot Smirnoff? That's just asking for a head like a mouldy old dishcloth.

Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Radio 1

Does anyone actually like the music on Radio 1? Even if they do like some of it, you won't like all of it. Why would you force yourself to listen to music you don't like?

Does anyone actually give a shit about the opinions of the morons they've got 'presenting' those shows? The overly-happy, self-indulgent, cliche-babbling douchebags that dispense their views on anything and everything like they're omniscient beings? I can read my own blog for that shit.

If I wanted to listen to idiots dispense their opinions and mundane stories like they're the most important thing anyone's ever said, and if I wanted to listen to music which I don't like repeated over and over again, then I'd sit on a bus with a bunch of college students and bask in their moronic glow.

It's as if people aren't aware that there are other radio stations: radio stations that play different music according to people's tastes. That's right - some stations have taste. It's amazing that in this generation that's obsessed with getting exactly what we want (customising, etc.) that people will mindlessly listen to the first thing they're told to and stick with it.

As it is, Radio 4 and my iPod do the job nicely.

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Next Train

I just thought this was awesome.

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Not Jewish

Recent, slightly irritating discovery: Al Pacino cira The Godfather I & II. Studmuffin.

What?! He's all "No Kay! Don't ask about my business Kay!! Fuck off back to Woody Allen Kay!! I'm not even Jewish Kay!!"

Not. Even. Jewish.

Here he is, snogging another man. Judging by the hats the other people are wearing, this is the gaybar scene. If you haven't seen The Godfather I & II, then I suggest you do because they're both a rip-roaring good time.

On the other hand, he's a total bastard.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Sunday, 6 February 2011


Just so everyone is aware: the dissertation has begun, so don't expect much love around here for a while.