It’s my blogging anniversary! My first post was a year ago last Sunday. Regular readers will soon be able to earn Nectar points for their continued patronage, but for the mean time your loyalty can only be rewarded with gratitude. And a bonanza of links: A Jedi does not seek revenge …but apparently a Sith […]
Archive for August, 2004
Battling through a post-BBQ stupor and bank-holiday Monday maliase, I’ve finally managed to collate the celeb spots mouldering in the leaf litter of the robotperson inbox. Try to contain your excitement as I teasingly reveal that the celebs for your consumption this time include royals, pugilists and a certain gap-toothed world-class footballer. Not to mention […]
Moonwalk the MJ way Kubrick dock for your iPod. Sweet. Whilst we’re on gadgets, Gareth gives us the heads-up on this genuinely impressive lightsabre (did I really just say that?). Check out the demo video of the item in action. Timeline of basketball shoe history “I never walked onto a basketball court when I didn’t […]
Last week I finally brought our cd collections together in whole-ly wedded union. From this day forward. In synthpop and in house. This might not mean a lot to many readers, but many more will richly appreciate the significance of such a step. I truly believe (with only half a smirk of exaggerated license) that […]
It seems like I’ve been writing posts whilst delayed in transit rather a lot recently. Tonight Lara and I are heading north, or rather not heading north on the Hull Trains 1933 to Selby, where tomorrow we’re going to celebrate with my Dad on his 60th birthday. Right now, however, we’re stuck somewhere south of […]
The Brick Testament. Old testament laws for living, illustrated Lego style – via Babe. Rude place names near you (I am 6 miles from Bushey Bottom) – via Steve. Ladder theory of sexual relations (profanity warning!) Seinfeld is coming on DVD Maharishi DMP t-shirts – like my Kubricks. Their site uses sessions and flash so […]
Tonight I’ve had the pleasure of hearing my wife shout down the stairs: “Robbie, I’ve just dropped the digeridoo out the window!” It’s a phrase you’re never going to hear again, so savour it now and savour it well.