I come before you, to stand behind you, To tell you something I know nothing about. Next Thursday, which is Good Friday, There will be a mothers' meeting for fathers only. Admission is free, pay at the door, Pull up a seat and sit on the floor. We will be discussing the four corners of the round table.
I've watched a good few episodes of Inside the Actors Studio on YouTube. At the end of every interview, the presenter asks a kind of personality questionnaire invented by Bernard Pivot. It's quite interesting hearing people's answers. Here are the 10 questions with my answers:
What’s your favourite word? Phosphorescent/Zeitgeist
What’s your least favourite word?
What turns you on? Funny people
What turns you off? Politics
What sound or noise do you love? Golf club hitting a golf ball
What sound or noise do you hate? Hoover/ringing telephone
What is your favourite curse word? FUCK!
What profession would you like to attempt? Comic actor
What profession would you not like to attempt? Salesperson
If heaven exists, what you like God to say when you arrive at the pearly gates?
It's that time of year again. A time when people the world over get to celebrate the life and legacy of Arthur Guinness, creator of that most wonderful black stuff, by getting absolutely pissed, smashed, fucked, sloshed, plastered, loaded, twisted, trashed, wasted, hammered and any other slang word for inebriated you can think of. (There's about 247 more).
So the story goes that Arthur Guinness, the pioneering brewer and philanthropist signed a 9,000 year lease on the St James’s Gate Brewery in 1759 and introduced Guinness to the world.
Arthur's Day 2009
Arthur's Day 2009
On September 23rd 2010 at exactly 17:59, why not raise your pint “To Martha!”
I haven't actually written much on this blog so far. I'm more the visual type so I automatically prefer pictures to text. But anyhooo....I thought I should write something. Because that's the point no?
I've often heard writers say you should write about 'what you know'. Well, I'm fairly certain that 'what I know' is unlikely to inspire or even interest much. But then again, I find it hard to care. So here it goes.
- How to take and interpret x-rays.
- How to make ass-kicking pancakes.
- A lot about comedy.
- How to draw cartoons.
- How to annoy my twin.
- What I'm having for dinner later. - How to shoot and score free throws in basketball.
- How to navigate the subway systems of New York, London and Athens.
- How to avoid a fist fight.
- How to detect insincerity.
- How to edit videos.
- How to be a total slob and a neat-freak. - How to switch efficiently from one to the other.
This is my cat (1 of 2). We've had her since she was born but never got around to giving her a name. We just referred to her as 'Fat Cat' as opposed to her trimmer (though eviler) sister 'Little Cat'. Recently, I've taken to calling her 'Lipo' on account of her weight loss since coming off steroid treatment (for an autoimmune disorder...long story). She says hi. But is keeping an eye on you.