Flags and why the British one so often drives me nuts.
Here’s a little something you might like to know about Google Chrome. Continue reading
There’s a civil war taking place in Canada.
Divided into two warring factions, never have Canadians been so irate and aggressive towards Continue reading
Part II: BEER!
(in which many misconceptions from both sides of the pond will be utterly destroyed!): Continue reading
Part I: Getting the Filthy Fags Out the Way First
(in which is included a FREE inspiring message of encouragement to anyone trying to knock tobacco on the head)
Weston-super-Mare is located on the South West coast of England, twenty-two miles from Bristol. Once a glorious Victorian seaside resort, more recently host to Banksy’s Dismaland, it has unique ways and customs found nowhere else in the West Country region, regardless of how dark and deep into it one is willing to go.
To some degree everything is the result of anxiety; perfection isn’t so much sought, but fraught after:
Verse about fixing motorbikes, becoming a vegetarian and liking clean hands.