I like old movies…


Isn’t this advert sweet?

It’s so warm and wonderful. It’s rare that I can hear a story of love without feeling bitter or lonely but this is the equivalent of a sunrise over a summer meadow… it’s inspiring… and hopeful… and making me feel far too feminine and flowery.

Where’s my DVD of Die Hard?


Why do we fall?

Can I just say, this has been a rubbish weekend. My friend Spiddy here really illustrates this.

I am on the precipice of insomnia from work to the point where adventures have taken a back seat a good nights’ rest. Then, when I drag myself out, I am witness to the slaughter (you know which one). That, by the way, was the second national side of mine to be knocked out in the space of less than 24 hours. Like a swift hammer blow to the underside of the testicles. I’ll need a minute.

However, everything has a positive side. Right? Well, let’s try to find some reasons why this weekend is good news for my life.


Now England are out, the anxiety finally stops. No more nervous, nail biting hours of staring at the screen, no more worrying that Rooney might go shopping for an umbrella or iguana, fall off the pavement and hurt himself on a mislaid anvil. It’s over. We are free. Free to worry about things actually matter. Like… the weather.


This weekend is the end of completely rubbish england-related flim flam. No more songs pretending to be patriotic to climb through the charts (dizzee rascal, i’m talking to you), no more adverts claiming pizza is someway linked to athletes. I’m sorry. They are all lies. No more lies.


No more hanging out with pubhangers. You know who pubhangers are. Put simply, these are people who own several football strips and obviously don’t take part in any actual sports. I dislike these people. Especially in enclosed spaces, in desert heat listening to them remix a nursary song as a chant simply by replacing all the words with England. Well done. I’ll bet that’s what Beethoven wished he had thought of when he heard it in heaven.


I can enjoy watching football much more as a neutral observer. I know that’s a weird perspective on a sport but I prefer watching as a neutral observer. It ruins it, especially if I lose. When I watch England I subconsciously transform into their star striker and (usually) suffer the following disappointment at missed opportunities and defeat.


There are some ideas that I have always maintained about life. It is chaos, mayhem that should be thanked every morning for not destroying us. We don’t get what we deserve. We get what we get. This weekends’ event reminded me that life can be mean, thus leading me to appreciate the days that are warm, generous or otherwise pleasant.

Like always a crisis is an opportunity. An opportunity for me (and everyone for that matter) to be strong. To get back up onto the proverbial swing and start again from scratch. To dust ourselves down and remind ourselves that failure is the best way to learn.

I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t include a quote from a movie so I’ll end with a quote from Batman Begins. “Why do we fall master Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up again.” Remember that England.

Carpet Dookie

It actually pains me to post this advert on my blog but it has raised an issue that I would like to talk (rant) about. Go, Compare! (like a lot of companies in the financial/insurance sector) have resorted to pure, rampant irritation in an attempt to grab my attention. Shame on you! Shame!!! Make me think, make me cry, scare me, make me laugh (all it takes is a monkey and a top hat for God’s sake). Don’t annoy me. I have the power of Sky Plus. I’ll fast forward your oversized, opera face out of existence.

Mwah ha aha ha ha!!!

I do wonder how such things enter my digital space. Along the way of going from creative idea to finished product did no-one think “that’s a terrible idea”. Yes, they did. But here’s the secret: Annoying is good, for sales anyway. Annoying makes it memorable so when people need insurance or whatever Go, Compare! springs to their mind. However, these sales tend to be temporary and more importantly, brands are not just about recall.

Here is where I tell you an elaborate little story nicely bringing to wise words like it’s a well written american drama. When I was about 12 years old I was around my friend Ian’s house playing mariokart on his brand new N64 (wow, so many years ago). We were cruising around one of the various circuits when Ian’s little brother, Andrew, came tottering into the room. He sat behind us for a while but soon got bored and wandered out of the room. Halfway through our next race, in amongst the brightly coloured anarchy, me and Ian sensed something and synchronized a look of surprise and confusion.

“What the…?”

Innocent little Andrew had left a steamy turd, right in the middle of the floor.


Gross. And hilarious, but mostly gross. Ian’s poor mum had to come in and clean up all of Andrew’s hard work. To this day I remember that experience which brings me to my point. I remember Andrew from this experience and probably always will but he will always the guy that took a crap on the carpet. No matter what happens. Thats how I will always think of him. Is that how a company wants to be perceived? Irritation is all I will ever feel in the first seconds of Go, Compare! before I skip it and continue watching House.

Annoying as it is I have found a silver lining in my personal life. I have a new found appreciation for good creative, for all the work that has brought a smile to my face and inspired me to use my imagination while there’s not some sales incentive or jerk in a neck-tie and buttoned up shirt instructing me to ignore it.