I like shooting people. There, I’ve admitted it. I like nothing better than the visceral thrill of sneaking up behind somebody, pistol in hand, and putting a sunroof in the back of their skull. I’m often to also be found selecting a fast car to carjack then speeding through the streets, knocking people over and committing drive-bys with a semi-automatic. If I’m not on Earth then I’m frequently stalking the corridors of a mutant infested derelict spaceship, merrily blowing the limbs off of any creature that attacks me, watching in delight as it writhes at my feet. Why do I do these things? Because, at 38, I’m old enough to, that’s why.
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
BBC License Fleece
I recently upgraded to Sky+ HD, having had a compatible TV for some months but not the finances to afford it. I was looking forward to watching so many shows in stunning tiny pixelvision, many on the BBC. Oddly, considering the cost of the license fee, the BBC seems to be rather complacent about offering HD content.
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Where Doctor Who goes wrong
Let's be honest; children with knives and/or other instruments liable to cause injury are scary. Without said items they become merely miniature versions of us, albeit oddly louder and often more insufferable.
Thursday, 10 September 2009
Premature Retailisation
I ventured into my local Sainsbury's today. Not a particularly unusual event for me, I'm often to be found in there as I have no life. What I saw this afternoon beggars belief; it's only September 10th and they already have a large display of Halloween merchandise on sale.
Arrogance at the wheel
Right, first proper post and it's a poo flinger - so we're off to a good start!
I live in North London. I drive a small car. I very often give way to oncoming traffic when the road is restricted, even when the highway code would dictate I have right of way. I wasn't aware that flashing your headlights, smiling or raising a friendly hand in recognition costs money.
I live in North London. I drive a small car. I very often give way to oncoming traffic when the road is restricted, even when the highway code would dictate I have right of way. I wasn't aware that flashing your headlights, smiling or raising a friendly hand in recognition costs money.
Introduction
As this is my first post I guess I should tell you a little about myself, and what to expect here.
I'm the Opinionated Primate, aka Steve. At the time of writing this I am 38 years old and, unless my plans change considerably, I will be 39 at the end of this year. Should those plans change it's unlikely this blog will be updated, for obvious reasons.
What can you expect from this blog? Views and opinions on pretty much anything; TV to news, computer games to films. This primate will tell it as he sees it, and won't shy away from throwing poo (as primates do) at anything, or anybody, he feels deserving.
So, that's about it. I hope you enjoy reading my little ramblings.
I'm the Opinionated Primate, aka Steve. At the time of writing this I am 38 years old and, unless my plans change considerably, I will be 39 at the end of this year. Should those plans change it's unlikely this blog will be updated, for obvious reasons.
What can you expect from this blog? Views and opinions on pretty much anything; TV to news, computer games to films. This primate will tell it as he sees it, and won't shy away from throwing poo (as primates do) at anything, or anybody, he feels deserving.
So, that's about it. I hope you enjoy reading my little ramblings.
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