Well it certainly is all go around here. The Christmas tree and decorations have been put up and really make the place look nice and warm, although the front room now looks incredibly small and will look even more tiny once we pile the presents under the tree.

I’ve apparently developed a rather annoying habit of complimenting people’s clothing. I was not aware that this was such a huge problem but apparently saying that you like a jumper, pair of trainers, someone’s tits, or a T.-shirt someone is wearing, is not the done thing to do.

I wanted to buy a magazine today called Metal Hammer. They were giving away a CD with 13 Pantera songs being sung by metal bands (Machine Head, Zacc Wylde, Five Finger Death Punch, etc) to celebrate the five year anniversary of Dimbag’s tragic murder.

I was going to write a post about how infuriated I had become at the people who are urging each other to buy the Rage Against The Machine song, but instead I’m going to bore you all about the day I went to the doctors.

Stand-up comedy, for me, has always been a source of entertainment, enjoyment and even comfort. In the days when I have felt like finishing it all I have turned to my trusted friend Mr./Ms. Stand-Up Comedy to help me raise my spirits in a way that only it (Mr./Ms. Stand-Up Comedy is a hermaphrodite) can.

My aunt came to visit yesterday. I haven’t seen her in a good couple of years. She is ten years older than me so when I came along she was more like my sister than an aunt. She was the one who got me into the rock & punk scene of the 70s & 80s and gave me some awesome haircuts (like the epic Flock of Seagull).