Retarded as in “late”, that is. En retard. Other retardation is strictly normal. Spoilers abound, because you’ve already seen it. Unless you haven’t, in which case: what are you; retarded? (readers in Chile exempt, of course…) So. Saw the new Bond movie. It’s pretty good. It leaves every male audience member subconsciously doing swishy things Continue reading →
Author Archive for Dead Badger
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Anyone who lives in London (or who has committed the usual visitor’s error of heading straight for Oxford Circus on arrival) will be familiar with the Oxford Circus Evangelist. At possibly the world’s busiest pedestrian crossing, he does for the traffic islanders what his predecessors did for the Pacific Islanders. “Don’t be a sinner … Continue reading →
As half-heartedly implied by the ”(1)” in the title, this is intended to be the first in a recurring series explaining why things are funny. It’s not going to be an ontological exercise in categorising all things as funny or not funny; that would be ridiculous. This is just a resource for those who frequently Continue reading →
I was an altar boy in my youth (misspent in a very real sense). Cassocks, monstronces, sacristies; such were my domain. I did a good line in self-effacing crossing of the altar that would stand me in good stead in later life (pitching up late for seminars is much like mistiming one’s walk down the Continue reading →
The year is 2006. The month, November. The time, 16.55 (expected). I sit in my lavishly downholstered South West Trains bucket seat, accumulating other people’s dandruff from the headrest, and wonder how on earth my neighbour manages to snore, operate his Blackberry and emit a sort of whistling sound from an unknown orifice all at Continue reading →