On Monday 25th April, our televisions showed us a series of atrocities being played out in front of our very weary and disbelieving eyes. Although this wasn’t a live news report from war-torn Ukraine or the debut of a new Coldplay video, it was in fact much, much worse. Pudding faced perineum Piers Morgan, and …
Eurovision 2020 – A review.
25 years ago a group of friends and myself were sat on the edge of our seats, gripped with excitement and anticipation at what was playing out on the television before us. Katrina and the Waves were on the cusp of winning that years Eurovision song contest, and you could literally feel the tension in …
Penis Envy.
From the people that brought you such unforgettable documentaries as, ‘Married to the Eiffel Tower’ ‘My Granny the Escort’ and ‘The Man with the 10-Stone Testicles’, Channel 4 introduced us last week to ‘The Man with a Penis on his Arm’. This programme follows the story of three men who have had either a new …
It’s all fun and games until somebody tickles a ferret.
After a two-year absence from our TV screens, talent chasing behemoth and show that should be sued under the trade descriptions act, “Britain’s Got Talent” has returned for yet another series. Not an awful lot has changed since it last moistened our entertainment taste buds back in 2020, with the show still clumsily lumbering forward …
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A Little Dose Of Reality – Part 2.
Having recently popped my reality show cherry with the second season of Love is Blind, I then became a fully fledged man whore by getting engrossed in Season 9 of ‘Married at first sight Australia’. I’m roughly three quarters of the way through this year’s series, not through a lack of binge watching effort on …
A little dose of reality – Part 1.
Up until fairly recently I was something of a reality TV virgin. Sure, I’d indulged in a spot of light nipple play in my early twenties with the first couple of seasons of Big Brother, but it wasn’t until I reached the grand old age of 46 that I was finally left exhausted, emotional and …
Sex, Bombs and Waxy Holes.
As a hormonal teenager growing up in the late 80’s early 90’s, I found it very difficult to access any material that could help quench my raging desire to see the female form in all of it’s perfect glory. Apart from a rare sneaky peek at the ladies of The Sun newspaper’s page 3 at …
2020. A review.
A common thing among bloggers, columnists, comedians and writers at this time of the year is an in depth and sometimes comedic review of the past twelve months. Not wanting to miss out on my bite of the fecal encrusted pie that has been 2020, I have decided in this post to look back at …
This wont hurt a bit…probably.
Just under three weeks ago I finished an unexpected stint in a Nottingham hospital after three attempts at fixing a fistula that had made me look as though you could’ve won me in a plastic bag, after hooking a duck at a funfair. Thankfully my cod-eye appears to be fixed, but the scars from my …
There aint no party like a Covid party.
This week has been a bit of a mixed bag in all honesty. One minute I’m happy and relieved that my Covid test result was negative but then I remember how bloody horrible it was administering the test on myself in the first place. I don’t know whether you’ve ever swabbed one of your own …
