Showing posts with label fnarr fnarr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fnarr fnarr. Show all posts
Monday, 28 July 2014
Monday, 26 May 2014
Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink
The football World Cup is almost upon us. I
care less about this as I get older, but it’s still a pleasantly diverting way
of killing time over the summer months. I think not living in the UK makes it a
bit easier as I don’t have to deal with all the hubristic triumphalism that invariably
attends the England team’s entry to the tournament, nor the weak-assed
post-imperial wailing and self-abuse which accompanies their inevitable exit on
penalties in the second round.
Labels:
ban this sick filth,
f***,
fnarr fnarr,
J,
same old same old,
sport,
words
Friday, 19 April 2013
A Leisurely Stroke
This Year’s Hot New Metaphor
I am slightly too fond of the occasional high-falutin’ metaphor. I could, and probably have, go(ne) on about how they’re an essential
function of how we explain – and maybe even perceive – the world around us, but
more than anything else they’re useful.
This is especially true in my position as a teacher and a trainer of teachers.
We’re into that time of year when it’s all a little more hands-on, so if you’ll
forgive me I’d like to give another one a test-run here. Thank you for your
continued patience.
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
A Pretty Mouth
Molly Tanzer, 2012
(April 2013)
Sod’s Law, isn’t it? You wait ages for a
Lovecraft/Wodehouse mashup, featuring everyone’s favourite Gentleman’s
Gentleman pitting his wits against eldritch forces, and then two come along at
once.
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Juicy Plums
It's kind of meant to be like that, just not quite so much like that, like that. More like an armadillo...
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