The best text messages I’ve received August - November 2009

From Milko 16 August 2009 21:52

“I’m sitting next to a French girl who’s t-shirt says: I’m A Soft Grey Addict

From Rob Hampton 19 August 2009 19:53

“I’m having Nandos with Andi Peters”

From Clare Israel 28 August 2009 19:55

“I’ve got coriander!”

From Tom Parker 20 September 2009 20:35

“I’m seriously buzzing off Cliff Richard”

From Harry Whittingham 01 October 2009 16:10

“The other side of the Michael Owen coin has clearly flipped to reveal the face of an old Queen”

From Milko 11 October 2009 22:36

“Genuine synopsis from the Nigerian Movies channel - ‘Rapid restore and space bags’”

From Harry Whittingham 31 October 2009 18:46

“Save me a burglar mask, a lump of kryptonite and a pint of sherbert. I’ll see you in Zurich”

An absence explained. Half heartedly.

A (the?) reader pointed out the other day (or: some months ago) that All My Pets Just Died had become a little stale (or: grown toxic spores, removed by experts and incinerated in a specialist lab) of late.

“True”, I said.

I got a little bit carried away with Twitter but peaked with my running commentary of my trip to A&E and have yet to reach such heights since. Instead I thought I’d crawl back to this dusty little corner of the internet that’s all mine.

Some great things have happened during my blogging sabbatical that are now too distant memories to regurgitate for your reading pleasure unfortunately. Watching Girls Aloud in a corporate box with endless free alcohol, entering a digital grafitti battle at the Red Bull Cola launch party, DJing with The Mystery Jets and singing happy birthday to John Lithgow were all things I probably would’ve written about. Still, feel free to attach your own memories to those things and pass them off as your own.

My return is partly prompted by flu. After an afternoon of bad daytime TV, music videos for the Black Eyed Peas, the cooking of an elaborate comfort meal, the watching of series 3 of The Thick of It, listening to an old Italo Disco mixtape and drinking a bottle of Shiraz, I guess it was the next logical step.

Also, the end of the year beckons so I get to post tedious lists of my favourite things again.

In summary, i’m back. Not in a grand Terminator kind of way, more in a kind of “have you heard the new Snow Patrol single?” “I didn’t know they’d been away?” “I don’t really know, it sounds like the last one and quite frankly I wish they were dead” kind of way

“Quite frankly, I’ve been shitting frying pans”

More genius from the mighty Cassetteboy.

Thick, salty, meat-extract is the way to survive Swine Flu

Thick, salty, meat-extract is the way to survive Swine Flu