My missus recently ran a half-marathon. From nowt. I made a video of the process.
I considered entering my Lucozade bottle photos for the Turner Prize. In the end, just posted them on to my B5015.com blog. However, that site is presently being treated for a bout of severe hacking so I’ve posted the video, at least, on here for your delectation.
I thought it might help ease me through this dark winter if I exorcised some of the words that I despise. In no particular order:
|Awesome||Over used and over here.|
|Heart||But only when referring to my own ticky-pumping thing. I can say British Heart Foundation or Heart of the Matter without wincing.|
|Cuddle||Oh, that word is just too awful. Please, make it go away.|
|Tummy||Like fingernails scraped down a black board.|
|Like||I, like, kinda, so hate the way this word can be fitted, like, about six times in a sentence these days.|
|Movie||It’s a film for fuck’s sake. Or a fillum if you’re from the north east.|
|Comfy||I confess to being uncomfortable about this one.|
|Nil||But only when preceded by the word Wrexham. A bore draw at best.|
|Panini||It’s a singed and squashed ham butty you ponce.|
|Crimbo||Unless taken to extremes as in Crimbo Dex for Christmas Decorations.|
|Baulk||I always baulk at this one. Then wretch.|
That’ll do for starters…