It’s only fair to warn you that this is MY blog, and so I shall swear on it as and when I choose. “What brings on this enthusiastic swearing, of his, I wonder?” you might be asking yourself – allow me to give you some clues.
I veer between hyper-active delight in many things (my three children, Fiona Shaw’s work, the very existence of David Hare, Jeremy Bullmore, Shakespeare, American television and jokes, and eyeball-burning rage at others (people who believe they can plant bamboo with impunity, Elton John, poor manners, the shape of Alain de Botton’s head, bad punctuation, the wilder excesses of advertising (an industry in which I work as a Planner), Justin Timberlake’s announcement that he is “Bringing Sexy Back” – a task for which he is singularly unsuited, and the fact that Terry Pratchett is a feature of many bookshelves). The delight and the rage can both elicit my sweary side: that’s part of my distinctive charm.
I have avoided proper names (including the title of this blog) in order to swerve outright defamation – but everything on here is true – even the bits set in the advertising agency, although they’ll test your belief (and patience) the most.
I was, until recently married, but it turned out that my wife was having an affair, with someone who turned out to look like Steve Buscemi – which I suppose was better than him looking like George Clooney. I have now divorced her and am focusing my enthusiastic attentions on my children and (in a very different way) my girlfriend. It’s sometimes shit, and sometimes great, but you always miss your children…
Thank you for coming this far: please, go on through (I’ve nothing in, but we can always order a take-away…)
I happened here by chance and have enjoyed reading your blog. I particularly appreciate your titles for the characters in your life. Much better than “this guy I work with” or “my dog”.
I’m going to steal the concept. It will require some thought to be as descriptive though.
You are most kind – I fear that what little creativity I have is driven by furious incredulity, so it may simply be that you are a nicer person than I am…
Pip pip.
Eiljert
Love your blog. So pleased to find it!
How kind of you – very nice to have you here,
I learn English from a book!!!!