» Weird Traditions

I work on a BBC website in Wales.
This week someone from Texas wrote in, asking: "My grandpa had a tradition I wanted to know if it is Welsh? He used to blacken our faces and place us under the bed on our birthdays." We've no idea if it stopped there or if grandpa is now in the slammer - as my mate pointed out, it sounds more "illegal in most countries" than "Welsh"...
(Fri 29th Jul 2005, 17:40, More)

» Claims to Fame

I once made a jpeg of Debbie McGee being fucked by an alsatian.
It was in response to the Louis Theroux programme with her and Paul Daniels, in which the annoying bald illusionist responded to the persistent rumours about her, saying he'd love to see such a picture it actually existed. So, to make him happy, I found a picture (can't remember where, filth fans) of a woman being rogered by a canine - doggy style, naturally - and Photoshopped Debbie's head onto it in a deliberately amateurish way. It got into the Popbitch newsletter - and my boss and my mother both mentioned that they'd seen it on my site. Oh dear.

As a footnote, there was a reference to an image of a woman being fucked by a dog in the first episode of Nathan Barley. I did wonder about that.
(Mon 28th Feb 2005, 12:52, More)

» How I Skive Off Work

I work for the BBC.
My line manager is only in the office a couple of days a week. The various other execs (we're hugely overstaffed at management level) seem to be in endless meetings pretending to negotiate to avoid our redundancies (though we know they only care about themselves and their mates), so no-one's ever around.

All the people in my immediate vicinity are likely to be on Mark Thompson's redundancy list, so we don't really do much work at all, just sit around blogging, downloading music or emailing friends. The senior people know the lack of productivity is due to the demoralised workforce. This will remain the case until June, when we finally get our cards, and from then we'll have another six months or so to work out our notice. Bolox to it all.
(Thu 28th Apr 2005, 13:52, More)

» It was a great holiday, but...

I went with friends to Krakow a couple of weekends ago.
It was all booked a while before, but then the Pope died. On the Friday we awoke with hangovers, and found *everything* was shut down for a day of mourning - even in the Jewish quarter. Not being of the Christian persuasion we had to bum around hungrily until about 3pm till His Holiness was in the ground and the mourners dispersed. We went to Auschwitz the next day. We know how to have a good time.
(Thu 21st Apr 2005, 17:10, More)

» Losing Your Virginity

I didn't see it coming...
I was 18 in 1994 and living in Bath, desperate to lose my virginity. I met a hippyish older girl in a Bath pub called the Beehive, and we drank scrumpy together. She took me down by the river and we ended up screwing under a tree by Pultney Weir. The people queueing for a nearby club (T's, I think it's called) were all watching. Afterwards she said quite casually that she'd quite like to have some heroin next - thank god I'd used a condom. I felt completely bewildered by the whole experience, not having expected any of it to happen, and I didn't tell anyone because she was so skanky. It was awful, but a relief to have finally got it out of the way.
(Thu 3rd Mar 2005, 14:07, More)