LUV - Oh shut up. I already know that you don’t like the Olympics, and I already know why. “But all the corporate sponsors,” you keep whining into your sleeve. And “But it’ll be so hard to travel around central London”. Fucking GOOD. Have you BEEN to central London lately? It’s DREADFUL. It’s noisy, it’s dirty, all the tube stations play a loop of Boris Johnson repeating the word ‘obey’ again...
LUV - Books can fuck off. Books have caused me no end of trouble. I have a wonky little toe from a bookcase collapsing on it last year AND I have a bruised nose from that time I dozed off while reading Infinite Jest in bed. Books are fucking arseholes. The trouble is, I love reading. One of my happiest childhood memories is of being plonked in the back seat of my mother’s car with a bag of...
LUV - Here’s a horrible confession - I think I might be the worst holiday companion alive. You see, I’m a planner. You might view your holiday as an opportunity to unwind, to briefly come up for a much-needed gulp of clean air after toiling away in your horrible little sweatbox of a workplace for what seems like an eternity. Nuh-uh. Not on my watch, buddy. Go on holiday with me and you’re...
LUV - Admittedly it’s hard to love 3D. It’s hard to love anything that requires you to wear heavy, uncomfortable glasses then flinch every 3.5 seconds for ninety minutes, which is why I don’t go swimming in goggles when they split the pool into lanes on a Monday morning. And it’s hard to love something that’s constantly being promoted as the next stage in entertainment evolution, but has been...