Rage Against The Meeting

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH.  Meeting in the name of! Meeting in the name of! In a few days, I have to go back to what is deemed the “real” world, eg assume the crouching fatso hidden worker position behind my desk at home, and start hunting for more crouching fatso hidden worker positions via Linkedin and other job…

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Sad But (Sing) True

One of my latest objectives is to transition from the lyrical version of Jason Voorhees (massacres everything even in silence)  into the lyrical version of Hannibal Lecter (massacres everything with class, precision and a glass of Merlot). Basically, I have started taking singing lessons (and guitar lessons). This is happening after years of singing and…

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Paracetamol To The Wall

In a typical turn of events, the day I decide to be productive (e.g. write silly stuff, take silly pictures and play silly metal), my body decides to go on strike, like a true French representative of the lazy derrière. I literally woke up feeling like Maiden’s Eddie would feel after a night of tantric yoga with…

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For Those About To Bollock…

I rebuke youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Oh. I know what you may be thinking….”What a nice introduction eh?!” (alternatively you may also be singing along to the original tune, in which case I actually salute you). ​​SMXLL You see, I used to run a blog years ago … A blog that was as shiny as Dave Mustaine’s mane, and as funny…

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