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December 31st, 2009

The Year In Full (ish…mainly Viz’s dead mother).

Wow, fuckadoodledoo. That was a weird little year wasn’t it.

I want to write a big retrospective of all the things that have made it as such, but I’d end up pissing people off or revealing way too much about myself. Also, it’d be boring and introspective. So I’ll gloss over the rubbishy bits and concentrate more on the good/funny/embarrassing parts.

Last new years eve, pretty much exactly a year ago, was a big let down. I spent it in the capital wasteland, notching up even more hours in the monolithic time-chewer that was Fallout 3. As the clock struck and those 12 special chimes rung out (somewhere) I was taking down a handful of super mutants with an automatic machine gun. Fun, right? The plans to organise a last-minute party fell through and everyone abandoned me. Well, everyone except Mick, but he doesn’t count because he’s small and looks like Pee-Wee Herman (not really).

Anyway, I have higher hopes for this years dawning of a new year. I might even be sociable or something.

2009 was also the year I started writing things on this website, which currently attracts around 2 people A DAY (!!). Plus some very odd Russian commenters who I’ve decided to block on the basis they’re not playing fair with the choice of language and they’re probably spam-spreaders anyway. Bloody Communists.

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Top of the list of year-moments is the story of Viz. I’m putting it in print now, thereby securing the rights to make it into a film one day, because it really is that fucking funny. All I can do is hope that none of the boy’s workmates or family ever read this (which is, sadly, very unlikely to happen). Maybe I should have changed the names of the people involved, but it’s too late now. I’ve already typed his name and editing is for schmucks.

After an incredibly messy night of drinking, shots and the effect of being around Helen Maguire (i.e. – more shots), coupled with the lack of sleep on a week night, Viz was awoken by a phone call from his boss around an hour after he was supposed to be in work. Which he answered, still festering in a drunken haze. Now, he didn’t tell us immediately what had happened or why he was suddenly okay to stay off work for a few days. He just moped about a little bit with a distracted, almost ‘ashamed’ look spread across his face. It was only at a BBQ a few days later, with a handful of beers and burgs down him, that he broke the news.

He had told his boss that his mum had died in the night. This is why he was currently absent from work.

I know, funny.

I imagine the call went something like this:

“Matthew! Why are you not in work? It’s almost 10:30!”

“Errr…………Mum’s dead. Night!”

“Oh….Oh I’m so sorry…just…okay…er…”

“Zzzzzzzzzzzz”

On the face of it, it’s the perfect excuse. No employer on this Earth (not counting 3rd-world) is so heartless as to question it, and they certainly would forgive you for not having the presence of mind to call-in in a timely manner. The only real response they can give is “Oh” followed by rushed condolences as they scrabble to get off the phone as quickly as possible, acutely aware that saying the wrong thing could culminate in a massive PR disaster and a weeping Viz on the other end of the phone.

It’s only when you stop to think about it, does the excuse really fall apart. Clearly, his mother wasn’t really dead, but he would now have to present a front whilst in work that suggested she was, in fact, deceased, and definitely not alive and healthy. Not an easy task for a man who meets his mother every week for lunch.

We all had a good laugh, naturally at his expense, and suggestions of what he could do started to fly around. He’d left it too long at this point to come clean, and any attempt at telling the truth would result either in dismissal or a slap from previously concerned workmates. So that wasn’t an option. The most popular choice seemed to be to actually kill his mum, so his grief would be accurate and believable. The main problem with this, regardless of laws and morals, was that he isn’t really sure what she fictionally died of, so he would be unable to enact it.

It was only really a matter of time before someone voiced a suspicion. There was no way he’d really said that. There had to be another reason why he was off work. Had to be. Telling your boss that a parent had snuffed it was just too big a disgusting fuck up, even for Viz. Doubts were forming.

Except there was a card. Signed by everyone in the office, offering condolences and best wishes in his time of need. Apparently, the secretary had cried when she heard the news. “Poor Viz!” she probably wailed “How will he ever manage?!”. The card was signed with genuine empathy; which made it all the more brilliant.

Probably the best bit about this whole story is telling it to others. It doesn’t work so well in written form, I’ll admit, but it’s an excellent campfire story. Like an urban legend that just so happens to be perfectly true. It’s also made better by a slip of the brain from Mr Stephen Bum-Lar, who, because Viz’s first name is Matthew, jumped to the conclusion that his mother must be Mrs Matthews. Because he is an idiot. Anyway, that spawned a song by Marc which I’ll put up when I find it.

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It also led to some imaginative Halloween house décor.

(She isn't really dead...)

Hopefully, the retrospective I write at the end of 2010 will be taken up with the time Viz let slip to his workmates that his mum was alive.

Little Mick and his frequent habit of drinking himself silly brought about a big laugh too. A night out in Manchester, with hotels all booked and a group of people all drinking more than they probably should, Mick over-does it and ends up a whole bottle of Vodka heavier before 7:30. By 7:45, he’s throwing up, and by 8:00 he’s disappeared only to be found a short while later curled up in his bed, convinced he’d already been on a night out and it was early morning. So much so, that he shouted at Marty, his room-mate, to go back to bed when he ventured in to grab his wallet. Needless to say, he woke up with a chair on his bed the next day.

That’s that, really. All I can be bothered documenting of the year. There is loads worth mentioning, but it’s either too damning of me, or far too personal for me to really want to share. I had a great time with The Hulk ride in Florida, followed by a terrible few months, followed by some less terrible months. Many nights out occurred over the course of the year, very few of which were any good, and Marc coined atleast 3 new catchphrases. “That’s what she said” is now obligatory after almost every sentence, and similarly you can expect to hear “Hardly knew her!” uttered after every word that ends in an ‘er’ sound. For example: “Computer? Hardly knew her!”. Lots of new people were met to make up for the amount of people who stopped talking to me, and this new lot seem slightly more amiable than the last bunch, whilst still finding topics such as rape and cancer funny. Win/Win.

There were other great bits but they’re either too niche or you’d need to know the people involved. I’ve stuck to the more populist stories, in the vain hope that a stranger will stumble on the site and find the heart-warming story of Viz’s dead mother. As I write this, a morbidly obese woman is fighting with a computer chair next to me, adjusting the settings to get the height just right. If I’m lucky, she’ll crash right through the floor next time she tugs on the lever and plummets downwards like the Tower Of Terror.

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December 15th, 2009

I know at least one GAME employee that sucks.

Hello person.

Want to read about my experience when trying to foolishly spend money on a game I probably didn’t need? Want me to put an angry spin on it and go completely over the top with my wordery? Well, here you go!

It’s all happened, of course, and I really do think the guy was a bell-end. However, as I was a bit shocked at the time, and because I’m a bit of a shy bastard, I didn’t say anything. Although there was a game left in the pre-owned DS, so WINNAR IS ME.

I did actually send it to them, but I don’t think I’ll get a response, somehow…

from Chris
to customerservices@game.co.uk
date 15 December 2009 20:21
subject Poor Customer Service

Dear Sir/Madam

Sadly, I’m writing with a complaint rather than a compliment. Recently, at your store in the Cheshire Oaks outlet village in the North-West of England, I had a very unpleasant, unprofessional experience with one of your staff. I was buying a pre-owned DS and several Xbox 360 games, one of which was Wolfenstein, priced at £17.98. Except I wasn’t allowed to leave the store with everything I had hoped to buy. An employee of yours, who I assume is paid to enhance sales, offer high-quality customer service and to generally ‘make money’ for the store, wouldn’t allow me to buy Wolfenstein. It was, besides the DS console, the most expensive item I was buying in that transaction

The reason he wouldn’t let me buy this game (which garnered reasonable reviews upon it’s release, as well as a recent article on Kotaku.com naming it one of the better over-looked games of 2009), was because he didn’t like it. In his words; “It’s well bad mate, I’m doing you a favour by not selling you it, mate. I can’t let you walk out of here with it, mate”. Now, I was tempted to ignore him, because I hadn’t asked his opinion and really didn’t want it, and buy it anyway (his use of the phrase “well bad” and over-reliance on the colloquial ‘Mate’ confirmed his idiocy to me, negating any validity his opinion might have carried) but I was quite shocked and taken aback by this, leaving me to mumble a soft “Er, okay then…”, handing over my card and leaving, feeing confused and offended. This isn’t how shops work! Shops sell things! If they didn’t sell things, they wouldn’t be a shop. You may as well close.

Now, I am quite a seasoned gamer, and an intelligent 23-year old man. I know what I like enough to take calculated risks on the games that don’t receive shining reviews. I don’t expect to be judged for my purchases, nor do I expect unwanted outbursts against my taste in games. For all he knew, I could own every single other Xbox 360 game and I could have been buying it as a last resort. Or I might really enjoy terrible games, in the same way you can enjoy a bad movie. It’s possible, also, that I was still bitter about World War 2 and harboured the desire to shoot every digital Nazi in the face, regardless of their supernatural abilities or shoddy game surroundings. I don’t believe for a second that your company makes it’s profits solely from critically acclaimed products like Modern Warfare 2 – No, you make money from things like Abba: Singstar, or Ready Steady Cook on the DS. I’m also very sure you don’t make money from customers by singling them out in a crowded store, in front of a line of 20 people, and questioning their purchases loudly in a stupid voice.

I’m going to make a bold assumption here, based on what I saw that day: When your store clerk rummaged through a few drawers and failed to locate the game in 5 seconds or less, he made the snap judgement to talk me out of buying it, rather than continue to look and risking the possibility of all this crouching/standing resembling exercise. His claims to have ‘rented’ the game when it came out, followed by vague generalised bad-mouthing of the product didn’t exactly leave me with a warm, glowing ‘customer service’ experience. It felt like he went out of his way to NOT serve me, because he was useless. However, you’ll be glad to know that he did run through every forced syllable of the ‘Game Care’ policy with regards to my DS, despite me confirming that yes, someone had already gone over it with me and I had declined it, and also despite me declining it at the end of every sentence that dribbled from his mouth. He was unrelenting. He was the T1000 to GameCare’s John Connor. I hadn’t seen the boy and I didn’t want the GameCare. It’s an offer aimed at the type of person who might take their PSP to the swimming pool with them, cram a Gameboy cart into the front of their Xbox or attach their Wii to a passing train with a grappling hook and dance about in gravy, stomping on copies of Imagine: Petz.

But I digress.

Let’s run through a similar example:
If you were in Burger King (a similar-level job to Game I’d imagine, i.e. – just slightly above McDonalds on the Self-Respect-o-meter) and you order a cheeseburger, would you expect to be served with a cheeseburger, or would you expect the till-jockey to voice their distaste in said cheeseburger and refuse to serve you? I’m assuming, rightly, that you would get a cheeseburger even if the cashier was a raging Vegan. So, just because your trained till-chimp also happened to have formed an opinion, miraculously, on a game he was employed to sell, I wouldn’t expect to be challenged about my decision to purchase it, and refused service.

If I were to be rude or insolent to a member of your staff, I would expect to be ejected from the store. So what happens when one of your staff is rude to me? Admittedly, I should have complained to a store manager at the time, but my shock didn’t actually register until we’d left the shop and my girlfriend remarked that the cashier was ‘a bit of a dick’. Her talent for understatement is one of the things I like about her. I’m shocked at myself that I actually went through with the rest of this transaction, validating the cashiers moronic little bleatings and piling money into your company, thereby inadvertently accepting his ‘advice’. He wasn’t being helpful, because no other alternative was suggested. He wasn’t ’saving me’ from a bad game, because I am not an idiot and I’m fairly sure he didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. He was rude, annoying, and possibly the worst shop assistant I’ve ever came across. At least most other people in the retail industry have the decency to shut up and not pretend to care. I sadly didn’t catch his name, but maybe ask the guys there to rate Wolfenstein, and then fire the one that says “Well bad”. Out of a cannon. Into a library.

Also, yes I did buy Wolfenstein elsewhere afterwards (and not at Gamestation either, so shove that up your conglomerate) and so far I’ve enjoyed the innovative hubworld the game employs, although I’ve not had much of a chance to play it.

Chris Welsh

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I’m pretty childish, huh?

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December 9th, 2009

A thought occurs to me…

I’m incredibly late with this by about 3 years, and it’s probably something that has occurred to everyone fortunate enough to hear his dulcet tones cascading from their stereo of choice…but how fucking good would it be to have Lil’ Jon narrate your life?

Back in the day, I barely went an hour without screaming ‘Yay-ah!’, ironically and annoyingly, in the face of someone who dared ask me a direct question, but that obsession has waned recently. However, a chance encounter with the man himself guesting on the hilarious comedy album ‘Party Rock’ by LMFAO (which, incidentally, isn’t supposed to be a comedy album but is nontheless brilliantly funny) has rekindled my desire to speak to him on a daily basis.

Maybe complete narration of your life would be too much, killing the fun after a few hours. Plus his limited vocabulary and restrained subject matter might cause confusion in the more complex areas of your day, but how about just the odd question?

Hey, Lil Jon, how’re you doing?
OKAAYYY!

Fancy coming with me to the park?
YAYYY-AH!

Sweet, don’t forget the football!
WHAAT?

I said don’t forget the football!
OKAAYYY!

In fact, I’d be happy with a talking Lil Jon 8-ball, the only problem being that you would end up doing everything ever. He’s an unrelentingly positive person, providing he hears you clearly.

That bear looks angry Lil Jon, should I grab it’s tail and call it a girls name?
YAYYY-AH.

*maul*.

 

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December 4th, 2009

Advent Calendar 2009 – Four Minute Warning

Hopefully none of you out there went and injured yourself just to use those cool bandages. If you did, you probably got hurt and I guess it serves you right. Today’s entry shouldn’t cause any pain at all.

Todays Door

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December 4th, 2009

54 Lies about Wales

1. The beloved Welsh Dragon which proudly adorns the Welsh flag and millions of pieces of merchandise in tourist shops across the country is actually a myth. The image used is simply a picture of a duck viewed through a broken kaleidoscope, then expertly painted by a hated Englishman. However, all true Welsh people will fervently deny this, as it is said that Wales will sink if any inhabitant of the small but wily country should acknowledge this fact.

2. Much like Australia as we know it today was built on a foundation of exiled British convicts, shipped there by way of punishment, Wales has a similar history. In the early 16th century, Iceland shipped many of it’s unruly, unwanted criminals to the Welsh shores in small rickety boats made of straw and spit, in the hopes of ridding them forever. However, these Icelandic invaders found the local weather and scenery very favourable, and set about massacring the indigenous population for food and pelt. This is why the Welsh people, to this very day, harbour a secret resentment to Iceland, even going so far as to boycott the frozen-food stores of the same name.

3. Incidentally, the indigenous people of Wales originally resembled small humanoid tree stumps covered in meat and fur.

4. Tom Jones is the only surviving ancestor of this species, but has had his DNA diluted at some point down the line by a frisky Icelander. Hence the odd, inhuman look in his eyes.

5. Wales celebrates a day similar to America’s ‘Thanksgiving Day’. Named ‘Fuck England Day’, it is a day where the Welsh people unite to eat speciality dish ‘Welsh Rarebit’ and dance their native dances in the moonlight. It occurs once every three years, on or around the 17th of May, and has done since the late 1940’s.

6. Each hill in the Welsh countryside actually has it’s own name, known only to the hills surrounding it. The most popular hill is Dave, who lives a few miles in-land from Llandudno, and throws the best hill-parties.

7. Sheep are valid currency in Wales, but only if they have three legs and resemble Morgan Freeman.

8. There are only 45 3-legged Morgan Freeman sheep in Wales. One man owns 38 of these, and is a very rich man indeed.

9. Welsh men, when no one is looking at them, are in a constant state of happy jigging. It is only when someone sets eyes on them that they stop and get on with some other task. If you’re quiet, you can sneak up on them and view this ancient debacle. Though be warned: If they catch you peeking without their knowledge, they can legally claim your eyes as punishment for being a ’sneaky one’.

10. The chief export of Wales is the cheese and pickle sandwich.

11. The chief import of Wales is also the cheese and pickle sandwich. The first and only man to point this out was exiled from the country, and now wanders around Yorkshire trying his best to avoid using logic in any situation.

12. The second highest export of Wales are people who look quite a lot like Ryan Giggs. Very few return.

13. Welsh children are only taught to count up to the number 12, until they are 15 years of age. This is to avoid intelligent kids ‘getting above their station’. Between the ages of 12 and 15, they enjoy a single ‘12 and a bit’ birthday party, and a big deal is made of their 15 birthday where they are presented with a colourful book on the numbers 13 to 100.

14. Anyone who is suspected of not being fully Welsh by the Welsh community can get around this by drawing pictures of themselves enjoying the Welsh countryside. Being fully Welsh brings with it a number of perks, apparently. No-one in Wales would tell me what any of these were, despite my numerous scrawlings. I was told my drawn self did not look happy enough, even after I added a huge smile and a stick of Llandudno rock.

15. The Welsh language, seen on most signposts above the ‘English’ translation actually means nothing. The true Welsh language is known only be the 12 Welsh Elders, living in the belly of the Great Orme. Welsh people put the nonsense on the signs to confuse travellers and also to make themselves feel part of one big exclusive Welsh Club.

16. Piracy is encouraged in Wales, but only because no one knows exactly what it means.

17. All places in Wales beginning with double-L we’re actually named by LL Cool J during a publicity tour in 1993. The stunt backfired however, when the Welsh populace adopted the new names without a second thought, despite LL’s shouts of ‘Ladies Love Andudno!’.

18. Welsh people are not allowed to know about iPods.

19. If the whole of Wales was chopped up into small pieces and laid out in a line, nobody would notice.

20. Tigers are indigenous to Wales and there are thousands roaming the countryside. They are just very good at hiding but have been known to maul any visiting Icelanders on holiday.

21. Sheep are the most prolific murderers in Wales and are thusly banned from buying knives in supermarkets.

22. They also have the highest Sheep Suicide rate in the world, attributed to the fact that Wales is a bit rubbish and Sheep have nothing better to do with their pointless little lives.

23. The Welsh national anthem is actually a cover of Gina G’s Eurovision hit from 1996, played by a deaf man with a tuba in a box.

24. A ‘day’ in Wales has 3 extra hours in, but their clocks move slightly faster. All in all, they gain about a second each month. This is known as ‘The Welsh Second’, and they’re very protective over each one.

25. Wales was the first nation to put a man on the moon, but no-one could never figure out how he got there and he died shortly after.

26. Noone was hurt in the Great Battle Of Wales in 1972. Poor Noone.

27. In Medieval times, the King of Wales was decided each day by whoever could shout the loudest. This tradition was abolished with the advent of the loudspeaker, as it began to disturb the sheep.

28. Wales is the only country that observes ‘Hammertime’ as a valid time of the day.

29. Wales was a predominantly catholic country until 2003, when a member of the welsh parliament managed to film his dog doing a back flip. That dog is now head of it’s own church and is worshipped every Sunday for about fifteen minutes.

30. Ireland was once a part of Wales, until a massive argument broke out and Ireland voted to move slightly to the left, distancing themselves. The Republic of Ireland (previously the Republic of Wales) wasn’t paying attention at the time, and was dragged along for the ride.

31. If the ‘Lord Of The Rings’ trilogy was filmed in Wales, it would be called ‘Lord Of The Rings’. The location wasn’t really important.

32. In Wales, words containing only one syllable are frowned upon.

33. It is illegal to taunt others with a facial expression alone. Atleast one full sentence is required, to limit the time needed to interpret the taunt. Far-away mocking can be done via sign language or by writing an offensive slogan on a blimp. In extreme circumstances, it is acceptable to write the remarks on a well-trained dog, but the taunt only stands if the dog manages to catch the intended tauntee.

34. ‘Annoying A Hare’ is a favourite sport of the Welsh people.

35. The Welsh Olympics features such events as ‘Lying Down’, ‘Counting Mountains’ and the ‘The Long Jump’.

36. If you own a business in Wales, please bear in mind that it is perfectly legal to advertise on other peoples faces.

37. There are no boats in Wales. Only small, upturned, wooden tents.

38. Wales prides itself on it’s ability to look exactly like Scotland, whilst also managing to be nearer the Equator. It always tries to sneak a bit further south when Scotland isn’t looking.

39. At Christmas time, Welsh people play a game called ‘Flick the Pea’ to win little prizes, rather than pull crackers. The prize, moreoften then not, is a pea.

40. Wales is actually named after the large sea-dwelling mammals, ‘Whales’. This came about when the largest ever Blue Whale on record washed up on the north-western shores. The tribe of Welsh who lived there at the time were terrified and ran away, but other tribes soon descended and picked the tasty carcass clean. The remaining bones and waste was left to stagnate, eventually allowing land to form around it, becoming ‘Anglesey’.

41. Wales produces it’s own national softdrink, and ships it all around the globe. Nobody cares.

42. Meat is a staple of any Welsh meal. As are staples.

43. Only one dinosaur fossil has ever been recovered from the country of Wales. It was a miniature T-Rex, and it was found stuck to the underside of a cable car in Snowdon.

44. It is legal to punch a Koala bear in Wales, but only if it’s holding a sign that directly insults a member of your family.

45. Welsh lawmakers have no concept of money, and often issue fines with Wine Gums or Jelly Babies as the denomination.

46. Alcohol has the opposite effect within the borders of Wales, causing the drinker to become increasingly sober until they’re seriously evaluating their life.

47. Since the profilic teen-suicides of the mid-00’s, it is illegal to buy rope for an impressionable youngster unless you have a note from them saying they’re feeling okay and promise to use the rope for securing property, rather then throttling themselves. Sadly, it has become easy for people to obtain such notes on the Welsh Black Market.

48. The Welsh Black Market is quite well organised, and sells everything from handguns to budgies named Pete.

49. Wales was lost once. No one knows where it went, but it was seen sneaking back in and latching drunkenly on to England again.Worries that it had fallen in with the wrong crowd were allayed when it stopped returning Belguim’s calls.

50. Every cow in the world has visited Wales atleast once. It is seen as a right of passage. They go there at a young age to learn how to Moo.

51. Wales is actually twice as big as it looks on maps. The other half is just shy. If you stare really hard at a map for an hour, you still can’t see the other half. It really is very, very shy.

52. Nobody knows exactly what happened to the flesh-eating trolls that used to inhabit the Welsh countryside, feasting on sheep. None have been seen since the myterious appearace of a Sheep named ‘Rambo’, who carries a look on it’s bloodstained face like it has known atrocities that you could only imagine. However, it is now considered perfectly safe for Sheep to move back to the land.

53. There are only about 52 interesting lies that can be made up about Wales. 53 is kind of pushing it. 54 would be ridiculous.

54. All Welsh obituaries published in newspapers must be in Haiku form. This is to prevent the deceased persons loved-ones from ‘going on a bit’.

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December 3rd, 2009

Advent Calendar 2009 – Three to Get Ready

Still reeling from yesterdays attack of awesome? Put on your protective gear, because I’ve got another treat in store for you today!

Todays Door

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December 2nd, 2009

Delta Taxis’ “X-Mas X-Word”

We got an advert for Delta Taxis this morning, it was a christmas crossword offering £100 for the first 10 completed entries picked out of a bag. It was mindlessly easy, but some people are mindless. Here are the answers;

Across:
02. Party
03. Tree
05. Carol
07. Hamper
09. Day
12. Shopping
15. Bauble
16. Eve
18. Stocking
19. Decorations
20. Dinner
22. Cards
Down:
01. Paper
03. Turkey
04. Fairy
05. Cake
06. Lights
08. Pudding
10. Number One
11. Cracker
12. Presents
14. Candles
17. Joy



If you win, I get 50%!

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December 2nd, 2009

Advent Calendar 2009 – Dos

I know yesterdays wasn’t very Christmassy, but it’s still early. Today might be more festive, who knows.

I know there is no pattern yet, but I’m sure you can figure out what to do. Click the door and receive your Christmas prize for today.

Todays Door

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December 2nd, 2009

Twilight: Bandwagon Jumping

I have never read the Twilight books, nor seen either of the Twilight films. It’s very likely that I never will. They look shite, and there are much better vampire-things out there to wrestle with my attention. In fact, I’ve avoided 100% of the new ‘Paranormal Romance’ section that’s sprung up in Borders surrounding the success of it all. (A section of the bookshop which translates ‘Paranormal Romance’ as ‘Sexy Vampires’, as opposed to a ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ sort of thing).
 
However, because it’s popular at the moment, I’m going to write about it anyway. Current affairs and all that. I’m nothing if not incredibly shallow and attention-seeking. Except, rather than focus on my thoughts about the whole sparkly-vampire phenomenon, which are based solely on my hatred of other people enjoying things, I will instead talk about some complete and utter lies I told to a co-worker about the series of books that gave millions of pointless teenage girls a reason to live. 
 
See, this particular co-worker can be a bit reactionary when it comes to…anything. She is also quite protective over her teenage daughter. So, when she mentioned that her teenage daughter had just started to read the Twilight saga, I couldn’t help but play it up a bit. Basically, I asked her if she knew that the Twilight books were full of sex, violence, drugs and an unhealthy amount of werewolf rape, and whether she thought that was a suitable thing for her daughter to be reading.
 
She, somewhat unsurprisingly, didn’t think it was. Her following reaction was quite good.
 
In one swift movement, she had her teenage daughter on the phone and was beguiling her for reading such disgusting filth. The daughter, understandably confused by it but clearly also terrified, decided to apologise before questioning it or explaining herself and the phone was slammed down.
 
As far as I know, she’s never been allowed to read any further.
 
At the time, I wasn’t aware that the third book in the series actually had some of these themes in. I thought the whole thing was about a sparkly nonce who lived in a tree, representing the hell out of some Mormon woman’s repressed sexuality, not a girls stomach being ripped open so she can give birth. Or something.
 
I am glad, though, that I managed to ruin a strangers enjoyment of a book with my fabricated lies. Especially if it means that a little bit less merchandise was sold featuring that bloke who looks exactly like a foot.

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December 1st, 2009

Advent Calendar 2009 – The First!

The holidays are coming, the holidays are coming, the holidays are coming…

It’s December. December means Christmas is on it’s way, and December also means a portion of terrible chocolate every morning. You wouldn’t normally buy this chocolate, but you eat it anyway because it’s Christmas!

Unfortunately, we can’t give you all a piece of chocolate every morning throughout December. Maybe one day, you’ll have to keep checking back to find out!

Lets get to it, open (click on) the door and let’s see what you’ve got today.

Todays Door

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