Upon returning from work today i was greeted by a mystery package awaiting on the cabinet. Not my DVD's...wrong shape. Hmm what could it be?
Yahhey, a letter from the NHS!.....informing me that I'm in the privileged position of being aged 20-24 and therefore entitled to some shit boxer shorts and a handful of Johnnys if i fill a jar with piss and send it back. Actually my wording there wouldnt look out of place in their flyers.
Indeed the text is dumbed down to an embarassing degree.....
"You will be asked to give a urine (wee) sample"
"women can take a swab from the lower vagina (a cotton bud is used to wipe the area)"
"may cause infertility (being unable to have kids)"
"painful testicles (balls)"
I'm not sure if it's the government trying to be all hip or whether they think people are really that stupid and are genuinely baffled by the word "Testicles" etc
It's probably a bit of both.......or rather, a lot of both.
The sad truth is people probably are that stupid and it's insulting to be tarred with the same brush. Why not just leave them to go infirtile? (be unable to have children) and spare us another generation of slack jawed fuckwits.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Fresh air
I'd always thought magic trees were just for wankers but after deciding my car smelt a bit like soil and old men, i decided to swallow my pride and get one.
New to the game, i was at first bamboozled by the choice on offer. "Forest fresh" what kind of Forest? wont that just make it smell of damp wood? "Black ice" what could that smell of? Black ice would seem the obvious answer but that doesn't really explain anything at all. Ice that is black. Hmm.
After some deep soul searching i opted for blueberry and haven't looked back. It's like being sat with a giant muffin in the passenger seat.... minus the funny looks from pedestrians and restricted view. It's such a treat to finish a day's office torment, get in the car and be seduced by a blueberry aroma.
This reminds me...
...the other day at work i was walking from one building to another and noticed loud music coming from a car. Tribal music, possibly Ladysmith Black Mambazo (off the bean advert). As i got closer i noticed a 40 something bloke sat laughing with the window down. What was so funny?
New to the game, i was at first bamboozled by the choice on offer. "Forest fresh" what kind of Forest? wont that just make it smell of damp wood? "Black ice" what could that smell of? Black ice would seem the obvious answer but that doesn't really explain anything at all. Ice that is black. Hmm.
After some deep soul searching i opted for blueberry and haven't looked back. It's like being sat with a giant muffin in the passenger seat.... minus the funny looks from pedestrians and restricted view. It's such a treat to finish a day's office torment, get in the car and be seduced by a blueberry aroma.
This reminds me...
...the other day at work i was walking from one building to another and noticed loud music coming from a car. Tribal music, possibly Ladysmith Black Mambazo (off the bean advert). As i got closer i noticed a 40 something bloke sat laughing with the window down. What was so funny?
Sunday, 28 February 2010
That difficult second blog....
sHOULD OF PROBABLY TITLED THIS "sUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY" christ caps lock. I'm not stopping and changing that now.
Anyway. Sundays have became ridiculous the last few years. Because my job is so dull i frequently find myself drinking to excess on a sunday and later crying into a pot noodle. Desperately clinging on to the weekend. It's so depressing to know you're only a few hours away from saying a million fake "good mornings" and sitting through 8 hours of pure tedium.
Despite this i'm in good spirits at present. A cup of tea and "Jammie" wagon wheel have sorted me out. I do however wish i could change career but don't believe that i'm talented enough in a field which i'm interested in. Sad times for Michael. My pension forecast reckons i can retire at about 67 or something crackers. That's like 43 years off. Mint.
Anyway, hmm i've used "anyway" already but nevermind. I will go to bed a relatively happy man. I have a few good things to look forward to and have had a decent night.
Ever the intellectual i've discussed some pressing issues with my friends this evening. These included if you get turned on looking at pictures of yourself as a kid does it make you a nonce? does it? I can't remember the consensus on this one. We also looked at the merits of cloning In animals and humans. Does a clone count as a proper being? If you cloned a human and then blew it's brains out 5 seconds after it's carnation would you be up for murder? Also if you bummed a cloned sheep would you get "done" for beastiality? They cloned a sheep didn't they? So we could try this one out. If you kept 100 dogs in the loft and punched them in the head each day you'd be jailed for animal cruelty but if the dogs were cloned would it count? Who knows? Who cares?
Goodnight.
Anyway. Sundays have became ridiculous the last few years. Because my job is so dull i frequently find myself drinking to excess on a sunday and later crying into a pot noodle. Desperately clinging on to the weekend. It's so depressing to know you're only a few hours away from saying a million fake "good mornings" and sitting through 8 hours of pure tedium.
Despite this i'm in good spirits at present. A cup of tea and "Jammie" wagon wheel have sorted me out. I do however wish i could change career but don't believe that i'm talented enough in a field which i'm interested in. Sad times for Michael. My pension forecast reckons i can retire at about 67 or something crackers. That's like 43 years off. Mint.
Anyway, hmm i've used "anyway" already but nevermind. I will go to bed a relatively happy man. I have a few good things to look forward to and have had a decent night.
Ever the intellectual i've discussed some pressing issues with my friends this evening. These included if you get turned on looking at pictures of yourself as a kid does it make you a nonce? does it? I can't remember the consensus on this one. We also looked at the merits of cloning In animals and humans. Does a clone count as a proper being? If you cloned a human and then blew it's brains out 5 seconds after it's carnation would you be up for murder? Also if you bummed a cloned sheep would you get "done" for beastiality? They cloned a sheep didn't they? So we could try this one out. If you kept 100 dogs in the loft and punched them in the head each day you'd be jailed for animal cruelty but if the dogs were cloned would it count? Who knows? Who cares?
Goodnight.
Starting again...
I've decided to start blogging again. I stopped in April last year. It's not as if i'm back by popular demand or anything. It's purely out of boredom.
Indeed i've been sat watching a clip of Eastenders' Max Branning being sick on a loop for 10 minutes. Laughing to the point of tears and then starting to worry if i'm going insane. Not least because i did the exact same yesterday.
I used to just write on "myspace" about stuff that irritated me. It was nice to rant about irritating everyday occurances and lash out at the idiocy of the general public. I think i intend to do the same with this but may mix it up a bit and throw in some other stuff. The very reason i stopped was because i realised i'd typed a 1,500 word rant about over-rated "singing sensation" Susan Boyle (now hilariously referred to as "Subo") and her cretinous fans. It became too much of a chore and at the time there was just so much to get irritated about....not that anythings really changed.
It's hard to know what to be writing, especially when it's more than likely that nobody will see it. I could keep typing tits and ass tits and ass TIT$ & A$$ doesnt matter nobodys looking. I think we'll have to see. It wont be an online diary though.
I think that'll do for now. I'm pleased to have got this far. Usually the inconvenience of having to sign up for shit and think of more passwords would of had me reaching for the nearest noose so this is an achievement of sorts. It's good to be back.....
Indeed i've been sat watching a clip of Eastenders' Max Branning being sick on a loop for 10 minutes. Laughing to the point of tears and then starting to worry if i'm going insane. Not least because i did the exact same yesterday.
I used to just write on "myspace" about stuff that irritated me. It was nice to rant about irritating everyday occurances and lash out at the idiocy of the general public. I think i intend to do the same with this but may mix it up a bit and throw in some other stuff. The very reason i stopped was because i realised i'd typed a 1,500 word rant about over-rated "singing sensation" Susan Boyle (now hilariously referred to as "Subo") and her cretinous fans. It became too much of a chore and at the time there was just so much to get irritated about....not that anythings really changed.
It's hard to know what to be writing, especially when it's more than likely that nobody will see it. I could keep typing tits and ass tits and ass TIT$ & A$$ doesnt matter nobodys looking. I think we'll have to see. It wont be an online diary though.
I think that'll do for now. I'm pleased to have got this far. Usually the inconvenience of having to sign up for shit and think of more passwords would of had me reaching for the nearest noose so this is an achievement of sorts. It's good to be back.....
Monday, 27 April 2009
Susan (makes my blood) Boyle
I try to avoid watching shows like Britains got talent, though sadly i don't own the TV in our house.
The show is only in it's 3rd series and already it's gone stale. This is mainly due to it sharing the same formula as the X-factor, pop idol etc. i.e. it’s mildly entertaining in the early rounds watching the woeful acts have their dreams shattered with a few deadpan put downs courtesy of the judges thrown in for good measure. Even then it’s hardly TV gold, a fact acknowledged by the constant revamping of the format and the soap opera-esque sub plot of fallout between judges and empty threats to walk away from the show all in a pathetic attempt to keep the viewers interested.
As much as i dislike him i can see the merit in having Simon Cowell on the panel but it seems unjust that anyone’s dreams of stardom should be decided by a smug bell end like Piers Morgan. And what’s with Amanda Holden? What qualifies her to judge anything?...........besides a humiliating Les Dennis contest?
The prize for winning BGT is the chance to perform for her majesty the Queen at the royal variety performance. This however Is definitely not the "top prize" as it’s almost guaranteed that everyone in the top 3 will enjoy flash in the pan success and make a fortune off the back of short term public interest, in other words until the next series starts and we get a fresh batch of instant celebs.
Last week we were introduced Susan Boyle. Far from being glamorous she couldn’t of looked any less talented if she tried. As she announced to the judges she was an unemployed 48 year old “never been kissed” aspiring singer from Scotland you could have forgiven them for thinking “Oh for absolute fucking fuck sake!”
It seemed strange that the judges didn’t criticise her appearance as they so frequently do with the contestants on X-factor. So often we’ve seen contestants told they need to change their image and get lectured on the importance of “star quality” so why wasn’t Susan given the same treatment? Because her unique appearance and background story will prove to be a great selling point in itself, especially if they edit the programme just right - enough clips of the judges gawping in hammed up amazement, emotional background music etc.
Why didn’t she appear on X factor anyway? Surely she’d of been well suited to a singing competition. Probably because she’d of damaged the credibility of the show in a similar way that much maligned overweight singing sensation Michelle McManus did on Pop idol. Co-incidence that the show was put on hiatus after she won the final and went on to achieve minimal chart success? (besides the obligatory #1 debut single of course)
Now it seems that the beautiful freaks are to be wheeled out on Britain’s got talent where it’s acceptable to be unorthodox. Further hypocrisy from the judges is evident throughout the series as they will regularly reject an act and justify it by saying “do you think the royal family would want to watch this?” yet in most instances they give the thumbs up to the most tedious of acts such as the camp ginger kid from last year who performed a dire stand up routine including a thoroughly embarrassing impression of Joe Pasquale http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSfIVFTrLBk&feature=related
Anyway.... Susan took to the stage and we all know what happened next but i still can’t get my head around the level of recognition she’s getting. If this had of been stars in their eyes she’d of received routine praise from Matthew Kelly and maybe made the front page of her local paper on a slow news day. That’d of been fair enough but sadly it won’t suffice these days. This is 2009 and it’s no longer possible to win a gameshow without having your picture splashed across the papers, appearing in Heat magazine and becoming a role model for cretins all over the UK.
With the nation apparently in need of a lift following the demise of Jade Goody, countless mentions of the “credit crunch”, “carbon footprints” and other tabloid buzz word bullshit this is an easy feel good story for the media to go with and one which looks set to become equally as irritating as they milk it for all it’s worth.
Having decided to avoid buying newspapers largely due to their predictable and often intelligence insulting content I’ve little to go on as far as published stories are concerned, though on Saturday in Specsavers i noticed one of the tabloids in the waiting area had the headline “Susan Boyle has been kissed” ...Well fuck me.
At work I overheard idle gossip including claims that she’d previously been turned away from an audition for Michael Barrymore’s “My kind of people” (I’ll leave you to add your own his kind of people gag) To me this doesn’t reflect her having stuck at it and improved, gaining recognition against the odds. It just reflects how much the general public have debased in recent years. Obsession with reality TV and celebrity, being gullible enough to fall for deceptive editing and eating up whatever the tabloids are serving. It’s absolutely pathetic. Robots just waiting to be told what to get a hard on over.
It’s all just hype over content. Take past winner Paul Potts for example. He went on to release an opera album which reached number one in the UK album chart. I wonder how many of the people who bought this album have actually listened to it. And i mean right the way through, not just skipping to his version of “you raise me up” How stupid are these people? Oh well i’m not really into opera but i liked him on Britain’s got talent and he deserves to do well so i’ll pay a tenner for his album then moan 2 minutes later that i’m hard up and the “credit crunch” is “biting” There’s £10 worth of groceries you’ve fucked yourself out of so don’t moan about it dickhead. These fucking goons need to get a grip.
Call me a glutton for punishment but i couldn't help taking a peek at the wall posts on her facebook fan page (26,000 members and counting) For some reason i thought it’d be amusing to see how carried away these idiots were getting. How wrong I was. It was actually quite tragic. 90% of the posts are lectures from holier than thou jizzheads warning us to never judge a book by it’s cover, the rest was typical shite about being moved to tears and mind numbing debate about whether or not she should have a makeover. I was initially going to post the top 20 idiotic/tragic/typical statements but I literally started feeling sick and thought it would be unhealthy to continue trawling through them so here’s a Jeremy Beadle size handful..............
Kelly Niles wrote
at 3:50am on April 19th, 2009
This is another example of never judging a book by it's cover. Your performance was amazing...I was brought to tears! – Nah, far better to judge Susan Boyle to be the greatest singer ever based on her cover of I dreamed a dream. Incidentally i was almost brought to tears and that’s not a compliment.
James McGuire wrote
at 7:54am yesterday
“When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.” - Profound words, this guy sounds intelligent.......either that or he’s just a poor man’s Oscar Wilde rehashing old bullshit over the internet
Sue Williams wrote
at 11:58am on April 19th, 2009
goose bumps all over when she started singing. amazing voice. best I have heard since Paul Potts. - Fuck off
Elaine Kneller wrote
at 11:08am on April 19th, 2009
What a remarkable lady.... the beauty of her voice transports the listener to another world.... keep up the good work Susan. – Presumably a world fast approaching apocalypse
So there we go, not so much Britain's got talent, more Britain's got a population largely consisting of idiots.
The show is only in it's 3rd series and already it's gone stale. This is mainly due to it sharing the same formula as the X-factor, pop idol etc. i.e. it’s mildly entertaining in the early rounds watching the woeful acts have their dreams shattered with a few deadpan put downs courtesy of the judges thrown in for good measure. Even then it’s hardly TV gold, a fact acknowledged by the constant revamping of the format and the soap opera-esque sub plot of fallout between judges and empty threats to walk away from the show all in a pathetic attempt to keep the viewers interested.
As much as i dislike him i can see the merit in having Simon Cowell on the panel but it seems unjust that anyone’s dreams of stardom should be decided by a smug bell end like Piers Morgan. And what’s with Amanda Holden? What qualifies her to judge anything?...........besides a humiliating Les Dennis contest?
The prize for winning BGT is the chance to perform for her majesty the Queen at the royal variety performance. This however Is definitely not the "top prize" as it’s almost guaranteed that everyone in the top 3 will enjoy flash in the pan success and make a fortune off the back of short term public interest, in other words until the next series starts and we get a fresh batch of instant celebs.
Last week we were introduced Susan Boyle. Far from being glamorous she couldn’t of looked any less talented if she tried. As she announced to the judges she was an unemployed 48 year old “never been kissed” aspiring singer from Scotland you could have forgiven them for thinking “Oh for absolute fucking fuck sake!”
It seemed strange that the judges didn’t criticise her appearance as they so frequently do with the contestants on X-factor. So often we’ve seen contestants told they need to change their image and get lectured on the importance of “star quality” so why wasn’t Susan given the same treatment? Because her unique appearance and background story will prove to be a great selling point in itself, especially if they edit the programme just right - enough clips of the judges gawping in hammed up amazement, emotional background music etc.
Why didn’t she appear on X factor anyway? Surely she’d of been well suited to a singing competition. Probably because she’d of damaged the credibility of the show in a similar way that much maligned overweight singing sensation Michelle McManus did on Pop idol. Co-incidence that the show was put on hiatus after she won the final and went on to achieve minimal chart success? (besides the obligatory #1 debut single of course)
Now it seems that the beautiful freaks are to be wheeled out on Britain’s got talent where it’s acceptable to be unorthodox. Further hypocrisy from the judges is evident throughout the series as they will regularly reject an act and justify it by saying “do you think the royal family would want to watch this?” yet in most instances they give the thumbs up to the most tedious of acts such as the camp ginger kid from last year who performed a dire stand up routine including a thoroughly embarrassing impression of Joe Pasquale http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSfIVFTrLBk&feature=related
Anyway.... Susan took to the stage and we all know what happened next but i still can’t get my head around the level of recognition she’s getting. If this had of been stars in their eyes she’d of received routine praise from Matthew Kelly and maybe made the front page of her local paper on a slow news day. That’d of been fair enough but sadly it won’t suffice these days. This is 2009 and it’s no longer possible to win a gameshow without having your picture splashed across the papers, appearing in Heat magazine and becoming a role model for cretins all over the UK.
With the nation apparently in need of a lift following the demise of Jade Goody, countless mentions of the “credit crunch”, “carbon footprints” and other tabloid buzz word bullshit this is an easy feel good story for the media to go with and one which looks set to become equally as irritating as they milk it for all it’s worth.
Having decided to avoid buying newspapers largely due to their predictable and often intelligence insulting content I’ve little to go on as far as published stories are concerned, though on Saturday in Specsavers i noticed one of the tabloids in the waiting area had the headline “Susan Boyle has been kissed” ...Well fuck me.
At work I overheard idle gossip including claims that she’d previously been turned away from an audition for Michael Barrymore’s “My kind of people” (I’ll leave you to add your own his kind of people gag) To me this doesn’t reflect her having stuck at it and improved, gaining recognition against the odds. It just reflects how much the general public have debased in recent years. Obsession with reality TV and celebrity, being gullible enough to fall for deceptive editing and eating up whatever the tabloids are serving. It’s absolutely pathetic. Robots just waiting to be told what to get a hard on over.
It’s all just hype over content. Take past winner Paul Potts for example. He went on to release an opera album which reached number one in the UK album chart. I wonder how many of the people who bought this album have actually listened to it. And i mean right the way through, not just skipping to his version of “you raise me up” How stupid are these people? Oh well i’m not really into opera but i liked him on Britain’s got talent and he deserves to do well so i’ll pay a tenner for his album then moan 2 minutes later that i’m hard up and the “credit crunch” is “biting” There’s £10 worth of groceries you’ve fucked yourself out of so don’t moan about it dickhead. These fucking goons need to get a grip.
Call me a glutton for punishment but i couldn't help taking a peek at the wall posts on her facebook fan page (26,000 members and counting) For some reason i thought it’d be amusing to see how carried away these idiots were getting. How wrong I was. It was actually quite tragic. 90% of the posts are lectures from holier than thou jizzheads warning us to never judge a book by it’s cover, the rest was typical shite about being moved to tears and mind numbing debate about whether or not she should have a makeover. I was initially going to post the top 20 idiotic/tragic/typical statements but I literally started feeling sick and thought it would be unhealthy to continue trawling through them so here’s a Jeremy Beadle size handful..............
Kelly Niles wrote
at 3:50am on April 19th, 2009
This is another example of never judging a book by it's cover. Your performance was amazing...I was brought to tears! – Nah, far better to judge Susan Boyle to be the greatest singer ever based on her cover of I dreamed a dream. Incidentally i was almost brought to tears and that’s not a compliment.
James McGuire wrote
at 7:54am yesterday
“When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself.” - Profound words, this guy sounds intelligent.......either that or he’s just a poor man’s Oscar Wilde rehashing old bullshit over the internet
Sue Williams wrote
at 11:58am on April 19th, 2009
goose bumps all over when she started singing. amazing voice. best I have heard since Paul Potts. - Fuck off
Elaine Kneller wrote
at 11:08am on April 19th, 2009
What a remarkable lady.... the beauty of her voice transports the listener to another world.... keep up the good work Susan. – Presumably a world fast approaching apocalypse
So there we go, not so much Britain's got talent, more Britain's got a population largely consisting of idiots.
Monday, 13 April 2009
A Shit Combination
Weather's nice. Think i'll wear a t-shirt.
Actually it's quite cold, better put this scarf on as well.........then go to a club.
Actually it's quite cold, better put this scarf on as well.........then go to a club.
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Getting on my optic nerves
After 2 months of recurring eye infections i am now sick of the sight of Specsavers "Oh the irony"
Another appointment is scheduled Saturday and like a true speccy cunt i will be collecting a new pair of glasses Wednesday.
I find the process of buying glasses largely irritating, from the moment you walk in and have to choose which of the 5,000 reception desks to approach, right down to the tedium of choosing which colour case you want.
I have a bit of a thing about hygeine and so when faced with having to touch something that thousands of the public have already touched it can get a bit much. An eye test requires one to "just pop your chin on the rest" i'd rather pop a cap in my own ass. Paranoia often has me convinced that the last customer with their chin on the rest has been indulging in a sordid act before their test resulting in shit or jizz dribbling down their chin and so after most visits to the opticians i will wash my chin furiously upon returning home.
The test itself is quite bland and there's a good reference to it in an episode of Family Guy where i think Peter expresses his disappointment with fictional Disney film "Jafar may need glasses"
A common flaw i've noticed is that they tend to use the same sheets so you'll see for instance ......
A F V C
......and you'll be able to read it no bother... but then later you'll see
A F V C
and you'll know it says A F V C but only because you saw it in massive letters a few seconds ago. They should use a different set of letters so it's not already in your mind
Maybe difficult to convey via blog but i know what i mean. Bottom line is the test is boring...and flawed, anyway once your through with this you can checkout the "cool frames"
I recently discovered that you can try on different frames online and as this meant avoiding wearing glasses that thousands of other people (possibly scat fetishists who may have had faeces behind their ears) have worn, i thought i'd upload my picture and give it a go.
This online feature also meant you can be a bit daring and try on daft ones that you may be too embarassed to try in store (although no matter what you choose you're going to look like a speccy prick). Also you don't have to wait for the mirrors to free up and have the inconvenience of people getting in your way or staff asking if you need any assistance.
If for some reason you don't have any pictures to upload it gives you the option of using a default one from a list. There's 12 different faces available including 4 varieties of "rectangular" 3 "oval", 3 "round" and 2 "square". I don't see the sense in this really as none of the people on it look remotely like me. Supposing i reckoned i had a square head then i'd have to use a picture of a 50 something woman or a black man in his late 20's, neither of which would really give an accurate depiction of whatthey'd look like on me.
All the glasses have daft names like "Clint" "Harold" "Martin" etc, it seemed somewhat surreal scrolling through the catalogue. As if we were living under a dictatorship and being assigned a certain look. Thankfully though we live in a democracy, as i didn't care much for the "Michael" and so now on wednesday i will become the embarassed and ashamed owner of a pair of "Clint's"
Another appointment is scheduled Saturday and like a true speccy cunt i will be collecting a new pair of glasses Wednesday.
I find the process of buying glasses largely irritating, from the moment you walk in and have to choose which of the 5,000 reception desks to approach, right down to the tedium of choosing which colour case you want.
I have a bit of a thing about hygeine and so when faced with having to touch something that thousands of the public have already touched it can get a bit much. An eye test requires one to "just pop your chin on the rest" i'd rather pop a cap in my own ass. Paranoia often has me convinced that the last customer with their chin on the rest has been indulging in a sordid act before their test resulting in shit or jizz dribbling down their chin and so after most visits to the opticians i will wash my chin furiously upon returning home.
The test itself is quite bland and there's a good reference to it in an episode of Family Guy where i think Peter expresses his disappointment with fictional Disney film "Jafar may need glasses"
A common flaw i've noticed is that they tend to use the same sheets so you'll see for instance ......
A F V C
......and you'll be able to read it no bother... but then later you'll see
A F V C
and you'll know it says A F V C but only because you saw it in massive letters a few seconds ago. They should use a different set of letters so it's not already in your mind
Maybe difficult to convey via blog but i know what i mean. Bottom line is the test is boring...and flawed, anyway once your through with this you can checkout the "cool frames"
I recently discovered that you can try on different frames online and as this meant avoiding wearing glasses that thousands of other people (possibly scat fetishists who may have had faeces behind their ears) have worn, i thought i'd upload my picture and give it a go.
This online feature also meant you can be a bit daring and try on daft ones that you may be too embarassed to try in store (although no matter what you choose you're going to look like a speccy prick). Also you don't have to wait for the mirrors to free up and have the inconvenience of people getting in your way or staff asking if you need any assistance.
If for some reason you don't have any pictures to upload it gives you the option of using a default one from a list. There's 12 different faces available including 4 varieties of "rectangular" 3 "oval", 3 "round" and 2 "square". I don't see the sense in this really as none of the people on it look remotely like me. Supposing i reckoned i had a square head then i'd have to use a picture of a 50 something woman or a black man in his late 20's, neither of which would really give an accurate depiction of whatthey'd look like on me.
All the glasses have daft names like "Clint" "Harold" "Martin" etc, it seemed somewhat surreal scrolling through the catalogue. As if we were living under a dictatorship and being assigned a certain look. Thankfully though we live in a democracy, as i didn't care much for the "Michael" and so now on wednesday i will become the embarassed and ashamed owner of a pair of "Clint's"
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