All posts by Thom Willis

You wouldn’t believe just how badly I screwed up presents for Her birthday. Not only did i screw up my own, but by conspiring with her family I managed to make sure She received exactly squat from Her boyfriend, sister and parents. Way to go, Moth! Woo! Go me!

I’m not amazed, particularly, by the howling stitch-up going on at Tory central office. I’m perhaps slightly suprised by the transparency of it all, but that’s about it. As a dyed-in-the-wool leftie I am also allowing myself a small portion of glee at the disarray the Conservative party has got itself into. I know NewLab need credible opposition, I know that, but goddamn, it’s just too sweet sometimes. Liberals for second party status! Do it, England!

Hey, that last one posted! Cool! In a fit of irony, the signal kept cutting out. Hahaha.

I’m on my way to the quiz tonight, and am expecting great things – frankly, we’ve had some shitty luck lately, but toniht the director is going to be Spielberg, or Danny Boyle or someone I know something about. Dammit.

So there’s this big magnetic storm heading in from the Sun and … Sun is capitalized, yes? … and it’s fucking with my GPRS. Damn you, Sun! Do something useful for once!

Well, it’s turned the corner into the street marked ‘damn cold!’ and I wish I had a coat on right now. A loose-knit wool jumper just isn’t cutting it for me right now. I’m clutching my pret latte like a hot water bottle. Except I’m not. I’m holding my phone. Gonna stop now.

I just saw the remake of the ferero rocher ambassador advert. I mean, why? We didn’t really like it, ad people! It wasn’t the story we were transfixed by, it was the fucking shameful awfulness of it all! You can’t make a posh version and expect us to greet it like an old friend! It was shit! That was its joy, it’s saving grace! It’s now just… blah. Not needed.