The world is a crumbling piece of shit and there’s already so much said on that matter, so here I am to rant about Ever-fucking-After. It’s a hammy romp through the countryside. It’s a political take on aristocracy. It’s a genuinely funny romantic comedy. It’s a French countryside wonder to behold. It’s a fairy tale. It’s a feminist masterpiece. It has so many elements going for it that it shouldn’t work but it fucking does and I don’t give a shit who disagrees with me. Continue reading “Ever After: A Cinderella Story starring Drew Barrymore – How More Barry Drew a Story of a Cinder Loving Fella After Ever”
Author: H D Thompson
Ramblings of an Isolated Nobody
Under the eye of Covidia I am a walking hospo corpse, and this is my story.
I’ve decided to take this time to enhance my sewing skills. Online tutorials are a great way to learn the basics, but until the little fucker puts the fucking lotion the fucking skin I’m at a complete standstill. Continue reading “Ramblings of an Isolated Nobody”
When Harry Met Ted
Today I went to check out a gallery by recommendation of a friend, a gallery that wasn’t even on my radar that I could easily have bypassed in the fray of Pride events happening at the moment, which now is unfathomable to me considering what I encountered there. Continue reading “When Harry Met Ted”
What’s New, York?
Flying into New York always comes with a familiar sense of returning to a place that feels like home and in the most bizarre ways. Like when I step off the Air Train into the fray I get slapped with the resident smells of the city – if New York had a cologne it would be a mix of trash, laundry, pizza and dreams, both shattered and bourgeoning – and immediately feel at ease. Like slipping into a great pair of shorts I haven’t worn in a while but always feel so good on my balls. Continue reading “What’s New, York?”
Week 25 & 26 – Groove is in the Heart
There are almost no buses that ran north along the coast, and what was left was full, so I hitched a ride with my Mum up to Brisbane. I found an old mixed cd I had made when I was a teenager entitled “Groovin Fun Times”, which surprisingly held up to its name. Continue reading “Week 25 & 26 – Groove is in the Heart”
Week 23 & 24 – Last Train out of Melbourne’s Almost Gone
The train from Melbourne to Sydney is 12 hours long, and if anyone ever wanted a front row seat to deep Australian culture, I cannot recommend it enough. There’s no wifi or power points, so at some stage, you just have to sit and watch the shit unfold. Continue reading “Week 23 & 24 – Last Train out of Melbourne’s Almost Gone”
Week 21 & 22 – Oppressive Nights and Sultry Days
One afternoon I coughed up a piece of toast I had had for breakfast, which was very convenient because I hadn’t yet had lunch. Even my body is getting in on being thrifty. Continue reading “Week 21 & 22 – Oppressive Nights and Sultry Days”
Week 20 – Rock Forever 21 but Just Turned 30
Conversation with a flight attendant on the flight from London to Abu Dhabi:
“Something to drink sir?”
“Wine?”
“I’m afraid it’s just water or juice at this time”
“…wine is a kind of juice” Continue reading “Week 20 – Rock Forever 21 but Just Turned 30”
Week 19 – They Called My Name
Overheard at Edinburgh Castle:
- “Well, this is an old building isn’t it?”
- “Oh, I thought it said dragon”, when perusing the Museum of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards
- “It’s bigger than my dorm”, referring to the military solitary confinement cells
Week 18 – Marble the Revolution
The first day of 2018 was spent pretty much as any other – hungover on a couch watching a movie, nestled between two snuggling couples on either side of me, hugging empty pizza boxes. All was well with the world. Continue reading “Week 18 – Marble the Revolution”