Dave Edmunds

The Thing About Fruit Salad >

Being a normal English bloke who does too much of some things and by far not enough of others, I don’t eat fruit salad enough, and it is delicious, I know that, which is why I am dedicating this entire post to the marvel that is fruit chopped up and put haphazard into a plastic bowl. Fruit salad is great because it really has got everything, has it not? Apart from chocolate and alcohol, but if you’re that desperate you More

Boring = GOOD

Most people don’t realize what it’s like to be named after someone. For instance, like myself (see the About Me section below), there was a lad at school who has Zeppelin as his middle name. Cool! you might think, when in fact it was a nightmare for the first few years for him – children can be cruel when they don’t know what a Zeppelin is – and at secondary school was just a pain: now they knew who Led More

Blimey, See That Bloke? He’s Got A Face Like A (Use Your Imagination…)

Wrinkles: people will go to outlandish measures to rid them from their bodies. Botox, liposuction, all kinds of surgical measures cutting bits here and nipping bits there. And the celebrities are the worst, setting a bad example for anyone who’s a victim of gravity with a spare couple of grand.

But me? I happen to think I will never hate my wrinkles (and after hearing about the side effects of surgery from a friend of mine over a pint of beer, I feel confident I won’t change my mind any time soon…). Alright, that’s partially unfair, seeing as I hardly have any yet, but still, I am confident that even when I grow a load on my face (and I will, I am told, because unless you do a hand stand for fifteen hours a day you can’t avoid it) that I will manage somehow. The thing is, wrinkles add character, and some faces just wouldn’t look right without them, would they? In fact, I happen to think that some faces look very odd without wrinkles: alien-like and distinctly strange. The kind of things that more closely resemble the faces of horror-film ghosts than human beings.

Another reason why wrinkles can be helpful is in regard to acting. It’s fair to say that some actors wouldn’t even be able to pay the rent if their wrinkles vanished overnight (Brian Cox, anyone?). Quite simply, they are what people know them for. Take that away and you have nothing left.

Naturally, some people feel so bad carrying around their wrinkles that they feel they have no other choice but to go under the knife. For these people it is necessary for them to go on with their lives, and obviously nobody can begrudge them that though perhaps a course of Personal Development london based or otherwise.

Fish Slapping Surprise, Madam?

I quite like forums. They are good. Good how? you might say. Well, how long have you got? Ok, I will assume you are still here and just continue. Number 1) because you can write stuff on them and other people will write stuff back. 2) Good as in amazing at spreading information. 3) Good as in you feel so much better reading that other people are also suffering from different illnesses and can learn about drugs and medication. 4) Good because you can make friends. Ok, it’s only digital, but it’s as good as making friends in the real world, providing they turn out to be semi-human and have at least basic social-skills. And also there are links on there to click, such as this one: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otter

Great! It’s your lucky day if you ever wondered if an Otter was aquatic, semi-aquatic, or just a bit aquatic. But even if you like Otters, there are things which can jump out of nowhere and make you scream at the screen in despair, again. The thing I hate on forums is when people copy and paste someone else’s answer into THEIR post and then add a sentence. It stinks if you ask me. It’s just bad etiquette, and these people should be banned.

Why do I despise these people so? Well that’s simple to say: while I spend ages formulating an interesting and heartfelt (not to mention original answer, as I did recently on the London public relations company blog), they come back with this vile poor excuse copy-cat of an answer to answer me. Which is a bit like turning up at my door with a gift in a box, then pulling a wet fish out of the box and slapping me round the face with it before asking if I would quite like to go and hang out.

Babs Power

Discovering my used laptop in the attic the other week, memories I hadn’t pondered since back when Alan Sugar still had dark hair came flooding back into my mind with a venegeance. The power of them was phenomenal, just like that TV series Quantum Leap where Sam is dragged back through time very realistically and with no small amount of danger involved. I was reminded of shell suits, the TV programme Fun House, how you couldn’t buy ham & cheese More