Moon boy

Art house cinema, as with the publics’ interest in Botox injections, has been dying for a while. Haven’t you noticed? And, while the bigger cinemas are clearly responsible for this happening, some might say that the art house cinemas themselves have brought this on themselves. It’s not their fault, of course. They are just doing what they’ve always done. And that’s precisely the problem. It used to work, but now it doesn’t.

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I like to think of myself as a fairly open-minded Gentleman. And I’ve seen enough in my fifty-one years to be what some might call a ‘man of the world’. But nothing could prepare me for the jogger I was about to lay eyes upon. There he was, running past my road in a swanky new set of running clothing and not using his arms to jog. And that road was notorious for pot-holes, lumps and bumps. I looked at Read the rest of this entry »

Some things in life are just the way they are, and when someone messes with them, things go topsy-turvy. Such as the following: 1) traffic-wardens should always be miserable, because happy-faced ones evoke even more anger and are the bain of society anyway without becoming yet more horrible. (This is something that I have talked to a mate at Botox Cheshire about, he didn’t really dig it). 2) bathrooms should always remain non-carpeted. There is nothing more freakish on the Read the rest of this entry »

Most people in the modern world live a life at an incredible rate. They rush through life from business meeting to Botox Manchester appointment. Even their personal lives are filled with one activity after another. The average person in Britain will rush through their lives without speaking honestly with anyone. This “me, me, me!” mentality is the reason why most people think there is no longer any common courtesy. However, this is misleading. Common courtesy has simply changed, not disappeared.

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People get embarrassed too much I think. They get embarrassed when they nudge you in the supermarket, just because they slightly touched you and nowadays that seems to be quite a taboo thing to do, and they get embarrassed when they have to run from the rain—their shoes not designed for such purposes, even though this is England and it’s been raining for the last million years or so, usually with only about two days in between (unless you live Read the rest of this entry »

Profit: an odd thing. Unlike chocolate, ice-cream, Minstrels and Yorkie bars, all things which I am fairly sure I could get the most out of for the rest of my life and be extremely satisfied with, I just don’t know what I would do if I made millions of pounds of profit every week. There are only so many things you can buy with all that money, are there not? That many Minstrels would literally kill you (not the worst Read the rest of this entry »