Monthly Archives: December 2018

The benefits of tooth extraction

What benefits could be derived from an aggressive, partially unsuccessful, tooth extraction, you may ask.

Well, I’m now wearing a pair of jeans I’ve not been able to fasten for a very long time.

So flares* might not exactly be fashionable right now, but the important thing is that the jeans fit once more.

There’s another benefit too. Yes, really. I’ve now scientifically proven that excessive beer consumption does not in fact result in a proportionate increase in the size of a man’s midriff. The reduction in my own middle area appears solely to be the result of my two week diet of soup.

While I recognise that a continued soup diet would enable me to maintain my new physique, I fear that this pair of jeans will soon return to the wardrobe.

*they’re not really flares

Wortley Almshouses

Can’t believe that the Wortley Almshouses is still closed.

So, instead of paying £2.20 for Sam Smith’s stout, I have £4.40 Guinness in the Brewery Tap.

Now, I do like Guinness, but not for twice the price of a nicer beer. Still, the Brewery Tap’s a nice enough place.

Authentic spectacles

I’m quite knowledgeable about vintage spectacles. I mean, I’ve been wearing them for a number of years.

This evening, I watched a few minutes of a Western. It was one of those films that you know is going to be terrible after just a few minutes.

Anyway, being a Western, it was set in the 1800s. Which means that glasses didn’t have nosepads. Or plastic temple tip covers.

Film 4

I quite like Film 4’s Christmas commercial. Well, perhaps not the commercial itself; the soundtrack’s great. Eels’ Everything’s gonna be cool this Christmas.

Aynsley Lister

After going to a run of Ainsley Lister gigs, including two at Glastonbury, I’d not seen him play for a few years, until last night.

OK, so he’s a little self indulgent at times, but that’s easy to forgive because he plays so well.

A man with real talent.