Friday, 18 September 2009

I used to have really fat feet, and I've only just realised. Having slipped on an old pair of loafers I'm taking to London with me as reserves, they're virtually flopping off while I pad down the road. Normally I'd be annoyed as it would mean yet more added expenditure (piling on to an already heaped mountain of London relocation cost), but, quite frankly, I've always had freakishly wide feet and anything to reign in the oddity is a massive plus.

So it seems I've managed to steer away from having hams for feet and now need a new pair of loafers.

P.S. I looked for a picture of "Fat feet", "Obese Feet" and "Swollen Feet" in Google images to liven up the post, but they are all far too grotesque to include.

Thursday, 17 September 2009


I've just learnt that in 1999, the then GQ editor James Brown was forced to resign for including Rommel and The Nazis in the century's top 200 most stylish men. I'm kind of thinking there must have been a moment when he thought, maybe this might upset a couple of people, then when he resigned being really annoyed with himself. Really though, I applaud his courage for sticking two fingers up at what is just a sacred cow of Nazi-hating. It's like whenever someone says Hitler was a great leader, they have to instantly follow it with "but totally insane" or "shamefully evil" (N.B. whenever someone tries to tell you you're out of line, remind them our apparent ally Stalin ruthlessly murdered 20m people compared to Hitler's 6m).

Rommel was stylish though; the whole ideology was stylish - that was kind of the plan. Really, it's fascinating whatever your belief. Look at the above picture taken in Cherbourg 1940. The British officers look like a sack of shit compared to Rommel. OK, it might be something to do with them having fought a bitter battle before having to surrender, and Rommel arriving fresh-faced to shake hands on the deal...but still. Evil or whatever, they looked good doing it, let's not be childish and argue that.

If you're going to have a go, spit at the disgraceful discrimination, 'solution' and rampant war crime. Just don't touch the tailoring.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

So I'm slowly finding out who's deleted me as a Facebook friend (which, I'm totally fine with, as I've culled others as well). But it's one of those things where you'll not know until you stumble across them and they've locked their profile down, or you ironically try and invite them to a reunion and you can't (mentioning no names Natalie Ashford-Hodges). It is quite entertaining when you find one, although I don't want to devote my life to the search like a Jewish Nazi-hunter.

Sunday, 13 September 2009


This thing is not playing ball currently. I need more patience.

Saturday, 12 September 2009


Lord Freddie Windsor and Sophie Winkleman (who plays Big Suze in the hilarious Peep Show - incidentally the new series is starting next Friday) have married.
The coolest part is that they turned down £600,000 from magazines to sell their pictures. That makes him seriously cool...and rich.

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