I am proud to announce that the first episode of The Milnesy & Wivell Show has been completed. Now all I need to do is finish trimming the soundtrack of episode two, talk nonsense for the soundtrack of episode three, animate episode two, edit the soundtrack of episode three, and animate episode three. No problem.
Episode one will be released on September, so look out for that, then. Actually, I'll prompt you, so never mind.
As you were.
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Bog Blog
...
'Ere!
I was on the toilet a moment ago, and noticed that the toilet roll was the really cheap kind. My family are not posh people or anything - far from it - but we usually get slightly softer toilet paper; fairly cheap fare, but still quite soft. This stuff wasn't even trying to be soft. I looked at this abomination, this rough, unholy harbinger of seemingly inevitable arse pain, and sighed audibly. This wasn't going to be fun, I thought.
Well, it turns out that there's nothing to worry about. The difference between the 'quilted' bog rolls and this stuff is simply too minuscule to bother dwelling on. It did the job. I wasn't walking like a sumo wrestler afterwards.
In fact, my whole view of the scenario changed. My chief comfort-based concern permanently extinguished, I began to admire the cheap toilet paper. Here was a roll of processed tree whose purpose was to wipe arses. It wasn't embarrassing itself by exhibiting the delusions of grandeur that the more expensive brands clearly have. It knew its place, and didn't try to big itself up with adjectives like 'luxury', 'absorbent' or 'three pounds fifty'. Good on it, I say.
I appreciate that the past few paragraphs have probably baffled you somewhat; yes, it is an unusual topic for a blog post - it's not just you. It was just something that occurred to me, and if it keeps you blog-gogglers sedated for a few more days (or weeks...), then all is dandy and there be nary a quibble.
CYA L8R
'Ere!
I was on the toilet a moment ago, and noticed that the toilet roll was the really cheap kind. My family are not posh people or anything - far from it - but we usually get slightly softer toilet paper; fairly cheap fare, but still quite soft. This stuff wasn't even trying to be soft. I looked at this abomination, this rough, unholy harbinger of seemingly inevitable arse pain, and sighed audibly. This wasn't going to be fun, I thought.
Well, it turns out that there's nothing to worry about. The difference between the 'quilted' bog rolls and this stuff is simply too minuscule to bother dwelling on. It did the job. I wasn't walking like a sumo wrestler afterwards.
In fact, my whole view of the scenario changed. My chief comfort-based concern permanently extinguished, I began to admire the cheap toilet paper. Here was a roll of processed tree whose purpose was to wipe arses. It wasn't embarrassing itself by exhibiting the delusions of grandeur that the more expensive brands clearly have. It knew its place, and didn't try to big itself up with adjectives like 'luxury', 'absorbent' or 'three pounds fifty'. Good on it, I say.
I appreciate that the past few paragraphs have probably baffled you somewhat; yes, it is an unusual topic for a blog post - it's not just you. It was just something that occurred to me, and if it keeps you blog-gogglers sedated for a few more days (or weeks...), then all is dandy and there be nary a quibble.
CYA L8R
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