PGCCLXXVII: Stranded

International travel sometimes means that you arrive somewhere different from your luggage. I feel sticky.
Sezje, I miss you and will leave secret clubhouse messages as often as poss.

PGCCLXXVI: Winning

There’s a Scot in week two of Wimbledon. I shall now wait for the remaining three Horsemen of the Apocalypse to arrive, for the end must be surely near.
PS Sezje, you’re the best doctor in the world and I adore you.

PG CCLXXV – Superstar

[Sezje's original title was The King is dead, Long live the King. And the fair Angel. but the news here is neither Jacko nor Farrah. The big news is Superstar Doctor.]
Say what you will about his later years and slightly insane er… life, Michael Jackson was one hell of a performer.

PG CCLXXIV – Sharapova ain’t hot.

Nuff Said.

Rescue Me: Chapter 4

Spencer and Ashley rest up after their ordeal.
Rating: X. NSFW.

PGCCLXXIII: Extra!

I am sure that we have all been profoundly moved by the deep human tragedy that it the divorce between Katie Price – AKA Jordan – and Peter Andre. It truly is a very pink fluffy fairytale gone wrong. It’s only sad to see that things have come to such a low pass [...]

PGCCLXXII: Oh, I Say!

It’s the last week in June, so there’s only one thing that can mean: rain delays, strawberries and cream, John McEnroe and Boris Becker on my TV. Yes, Wimbledon fortnight began yesterday!

PG CCLXXI – Controversy for the Hell of it.

I’ve been accused of being a drama queen before. I thought, what the hell, lets take advantage of it! (I know that Dev will give me hell for the capitalisation of the word ‘hell’).
I hereby offer you my five top over-rated musical artists of all time (in my opinion, which is rarely humble). I can’t [...]

PGCCLXX: Bewitched

When I was younger, I liked Elvis. Well, that seems to imply that I no longer like Elvis when, in fact, that is not the case.

PGCCLXIX: Search

Yeebs and EvilG know that I love me some stats, so today’s post is about weird search terms.