Advertising is consuming our lives. When the ad breaks come on the TV, I scramble for the mute button on the remote control before the assault on my ears starts. A sure sign, along with receding hair, that middle age is finally upon me. The barrage is as relentless in the magazines...

This morning FC reminded me of a funny story that happened years ago. I used to know of this guy that everyone called Hooter, not an ugly bloke although he did have a fairly robust nose. On one of those drunken Saturday afternoons in the pub during the nineties Brat Boy approached...

We started watching a DVD earlier, Wolf Creek. One of the main characters is a dead ringer for a bloke we know called Graham Walker, who lives in Australia which is also where this film is set. Wolf Creek is perhaps the most horrific thing I’ve ever witnessed on screen, so much...

A long long time ago I got to know this bloke who everyone called Clint. Then one day I found out that this was actually his nickname and not his real one, I can admit to feeling a tad disappointed. One day after lunch I approached Clint and said, “Alright Clint, so why do they...

Okay, we’ve been skiing twice this year. Excessive and unnecessary? Maybe, but it’s also one of our few extravagances, a plus point to the continuous juggling act of credit, wages and debt. In January we spent a week in the fantastic Austrian Skicircus resort of Saalbach. Record...