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People Are All Kinds of Dumb #2…

Couples on the precipice of marriage can be strange beasts indeed. Maybe it’s the suffocating thought that they will soon (officially) be a we instead of just an I, or maybe it’s something a lot less tangible than that, but once that date looms on the calendar all of those not-so-perfect traits come out like cream from a freshly-baked profiterole.

It’s a long way down from that cliff-edge, so you have to forgive a little silliness along the way, but these guys are just asking for trouble.

For example, at the dinner, guests will be required to answer a mathematical question in order to find out where they sit. Every guest/couple will be presented with a unique, bespoke question: its difficulty and subject matter drawn directly from what we know their mathematical background to be.

So says the Facebook post.

All right, fine – maybe most of their guests play on a similar field and it will all be a bit of a laugh, but surely not everyone on their list has quadratic equations coursing through their veins. What about cousin Johnny who dropped out of college to pursue a career in the fast food industry; or that one friend who hasn’t put down his guitar since second grade because he always knew he was going to be the next Hendrix? What question do they get?

Everyone wants to feel clever, and absolutely nobody wants to be have their intelligence questioned, especially by people they would count as their friends and family…


…and I’m damn sure nobody wants to have to put in a study session before they shine their shoes and head off to the church.


People Are All Kinds of Dumb #1…

Bird Box is a new Sandra Bullock movie, distributed by Netflix which you can find on the streaming platform right now. It’s an enjoyable take on the end of the world zombie trope that has been passé for longer than I have been around to document it.

In the film, people are forced to live out their days blind, as death comes to all those who see the virus or the thing that has arrived to destroy the species. Spoiler… there never is an explanation as to what it is, or why it’s here, but you know, that’s a minor plot quibble.

So it was, of course, only a matter of time before some bright spark landed on the idea of the Bird Box Challenge – a stupendously silly and irresponsible idea, where the object is to film yourself performing everyday tasks while blindfolded. It’s mostly harmless stuff like walking around the house and banging into your sofa, but then there are people driving cars or walking on top of buildings to balance things out at the crazy end of the scale.

Netflix even had to take to Twitter on the second day of 2019:

Can’t believe I have to say this, but: PLEASE DO NOT HURT YOURSELVES WITH THIS BIRD BOX CHALLENGE. We don’t know how this started, and we appreciate the love, but Boy and Girl have just one wish for 2019 and it is that you not end up in the hospital due to memes.

I can’t believe they had to say it either.

Fortunately there have been no recorded deaths as a result of this idiocy, but it’s only a matter of time. On second thoughts, I say fortunately, but perhaps these are exactly the kind of people the world could do with culling.

Natural selection and all that.


Hyperbole can be fun and in many instances, warranted. I’m certainly as guilty of it as the next guy, but sometimes it needs to be called out just the same… like the person who decided that this collection of inflammatory words was a good idea – scaremongering at its absolute finest:

A triple-vortex polar blast is threatening to thrust the UK into a snowy January as a plume of sub-zero air across Britain will lock the nation into Arctic misery until spring, forecasters have warned.

It’s the first paragraph from an article in the Daily Express last week, where language and journalistic integrity are seemingly secondary to sensationalism. It sounds like the blurb from a Hollywood summer blockbuster.

So basically, folks, we’re gonna get some snow.

It’s Been a…

Yes. Yes it has.

Another one is drawing to a close, and 2018 has been without question, the best I have seen for a long time – which feels a little odd to admit, considering the vast majority of the writing I did this year was finished by the time the calendar flipped to March. Granted, that writing was the completion of my novel Slipwater, but I have still to find that agent and/or publisher who is willing to give me a chance – something that this time last year I was absolutely convinced would no longer be a concern.

But, writing aside, my personal life is in a much more profitable place than it was twelve months ago. I have a better job with better hours and prospects, and a lovely home to go back to when I’m finished… none of which would mean anything if I didn’t have anyone to share my newly acquired happiness with, and I think I’ve got that too.

I have found a girl who makes me very happy – much happier than I ever expected to be. She makes me laugh every day, and is there to give me a hug or hold my hand when I need that as well. And with her children, she has also provided me with the family that I was sure I would never be a part of, and for that I too am grateful.

As I move into 2019, I do so with a smile and the knowledge that no matter what life throws at me, it will always be easier to handle with The Girlfriend© by my side.

Back in Print…




Although a press photographer didn’t show up to document the hair dye process, as originally intended, I did manage to secure an article in that very same local newspaper – The Evening Express – about the event. It was in yesterday’s edition, which marked my first publication in quite some time… but that’s really another story for another time!

I had a telephone interview with a lovely journalist there called Donna, who fleshed out the details of the write-up with me. She was very easy to speak to, and made the whole process extremely simple. Hopefully the added publicity will be good for a few more donations. If not, and this is the end of the charity drive, I have still managed to grab over £1,000 in less than a month, and I’m happy with that number.

Over two weeks on, and the hair has settled in to a rather striking shade of baby pink, with both the peroxide and my natural colour showing beneath it in varying degrees of strength depending on which part of my head you’re looking at. I really don’t notice it anymore, and at least it covers up the growing number of grey straggles I have for a while.

I’ll find a quiet moment and talk to The Girlfriend©… maybe she’ll let me keep it.

Brian 2.0…

So, the transformation is complete and I am now sporting a rather fetching pink mop of hair.

I had contacted the local newspaper and was assured that a photographer would be down to document the event, however it appears that something more important than my little charity drive turned up.

Shit happens.

It’s a shame because I’m sure the extra publicity would have generated some more money, but the good news is that the total is currently just a fraction below £1000, thanks to a great effort last night at work, where the event took place.

And The Girlfriend© is happy because she gets to sleep with three different versions of me in the space of four days!