Well, look at that.
It occurs to me that if I remove the year field from the post index, you wouldn’t even know it’s been over a year since I’ve updated this. You’d think “he must have been busy for a month or so.”
Foiled by myself again.
Anyway. New thing! I have a new site. It is at http://www.stupidlife.co.uk, and it is about things that annoy me.
Maybe you’ll enjoy it.
Uncanny Chewy Valley

They're really not the same since they made them softer and got rid of the character on the wrappers.
I eat a few, and then as I get to the bus station, I fold the packet closed and put it in my pocket.
During the journey, I fancy another, but I cannot find them. I assume I have dropped them, and am disappointed, but there you go. I have a Kit Kat upon arrival at work instead; a Kit Kat goes better with a morning coffee anyway.
At 4.30pm, I finish work and wait for my bus home. It pulls up, and I walk to the back of the bus, but as I pass, I realise this is the same bus I had got on ten hours earlier. Exactly the same bus, which is no mean feat, as this is a frequent service; it runs every twelve minutes.
I know it is the same bus, because I can see the seat I sat on at 6.30am. I recognise the seat, because on it rests a packet of Black Jacks.
The very same packet of chewy sweets I had dropped earlier. The same folds in the packaging, the same number of sweets left in the package.
This is a busy bus service. The buses are frequently full; how can the same packet have stayed on the same seat for ten hours? Surely someone would have at the very least brushed them onto the floor?
What are the chances of me getting onto exactly the same bus from an entirely different stop later?
We’re through the looking glass, people.
Would You Like To Buy A Thing?
A few weeks ago, famous comedian man Richard Herring felt that he was being plagued by callers from a mobile phone firm which he had no affiliation with. They didn’t stop, so he asked his 26000-strong group of followers on Twitter to give them a taste of their own medicine. I was bored, so I obliged. And this is the result.
Alternate Reality Bands #1
In the alternate reality, there is an equivalent of the famous post-punk band, The Fall. Of course, they’re quite different to the anarchic band that we have in our reality; they’re still famed for their frontman’s antics more than their music, but they’re a gentler band, more melodic, the kind of music your grandmother could enjoy. One of their posters slipped through from the alternate reality, so here it is.
A bigger break than a large, unhealthy Kit-Kat.
Well, sorry about that season-length break; life keeps getting in the way. Not minor things either, but quite important stuff, of which perhaps more at some point in the future.
In the meantime, there’s one new thing to look at above, and I’ll endeavour to drop further things on here over the course of the coming days and weeks.
Fauxvert: Beanstalk Finance
If you’ve cashed all of your gold, and your ancient mobile phones have been sold to be refurbished in return for a few quid, but your finances are still in need of fixing, I suggest you may want to contact this fine firm who have a solution that was good enough for Hans Christian Anderson.
Denton’s Land Of Deathbeds
Another old thing from my big folder of old things which I have had on this site at one point or another, it’s also from 2007. This explains the presence of “Mr T.H.”, who was merely “unwell” at the time, so save your tsks.








