Fire In The Hole
What better way to mark the arrival of our 10th anniversary than by crafting an overblown, self-indulgent, self-referencing load of self-aggrandising noise? Well, loads of better ways, probably, to be honest …
What better way to mark the arrival of our 10th anniversary than by crafting an overblown, self-indulgent, self-referencing load of self-aggrandising noise? Well, loads of better ways, probably, to be honest …
Time is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s been ages since you were having your arse handed to you in high school, but that’s just peanuts to time. Listen …
There you are, happily enjoying a permanent and irreversible state of total non-existence when, all of a sudden, some cheeky bastard relative sticks a needle in your face and expects you to make pleasing audio memories for them!
Isn’t it marvellous how the pandemic is finally over, Brexit is done, and the fascist threat to American democracy has been thoroughly vanquished, and we can at last deal with the really important problems?
It’s said the only certainties in life are death and taxes, but what about sickness, suffering, solitude, and the fact that your favourite show will always be cancelled while “Mrs Brown’s Boys” gets another shitting series?