
I had the pleasure of going to see Twilight last year on the opening day of release. Needless to say I was the oldest (easily) and most male (just) person in the theatre. I won’t be making the same mistake this year. Oh no! Not unless I go and watch it ironically and PLAY A DRINKING GAME?! Ok. ...

You should be able to figure out what’s going to happen quicker than the guy doing kicking the cinder block. If only from the title on the YouTube.

Whoever might have been within earshot of me at Reading this year probably heard me moaning about never being able to go to FrightFest. The Human Centipede was one of the films on at FF this year. This film will be better than Radiohead was but such is the power of hindsight...

Apparently, this is some protest in Belgium about cheap milk. It’s so cheap they’re using cows instead of guns these days. Good range. —– Thanks to Sean for thinking of me when he saw this.

There’s absolutely nothing this reasonably talented, young Belarusian full-back can do about this. He can’t even marry it away. Don’t try calling yourself, “Ihar Shytaw” either. It ain’t gonna work, Shitov.

Is this the most welcoming sign in the world of cafés? I didn’t eat or drink in there, but that’s not the point. Also, if there ever was a country to welcome and fortify one’s desire in growing a mullet, it is most definitely Spain. While...

Yep, if anyone sees me at Reading Festival this weekend and finds themselves thinking, “Gosh, Raz is looking positively triangular of torso at the moment,” feel free to compliment me on my purchase of the JML Iron Gym. Or say other stuff. Whatever. KISS THE GUNS.

The new Premier League football season is just days away and that means it’s time for the slack fuckers amongst you to sort your Fantasy Football teams out. This one is FREE so you can’t moan about paying a fiver entry fee but once again I will be organising the optional sweepstake. £5...

They were shagging mid-flight and they kept bashing into the ceiling before settling on the new curtain. Some like it rough.

Just in case you were wondering how people died at the bull-running in Pamplona, here’s a timeless moment captured on digital film.























