Bored, so I'll write

It's late, very late!

I just got back from London with a drink with the old XFM crew when I realised I still had work to do. Which includes uploading a radio show to the station's playout system. Which always takes about half an hour so I thought I'd make an entry to kill the time.

Currently I have only one functioning ear. At least I think the other is bust. Can't hear out of it and am having trouble with equilibrium. Which usually means a burst ear drum. But at least I can still hear the tapping of the keyboard so it's not all gone.

Got another busy week ahead. Hopefully not as bad as last week, which included two trips to London. One for a long meeting type thing at Global Radio. The other, filming an advert for lastminute.com. There was also a few birthdays and minor celebrations that all required a drink.

This week, yet another trip to London to eat Sushi with someone I met at the advert. Then to Guildford to celebrate the 15th aniversary of Bill Hick's death. Which I'm hoping will be nothing but good.

Oh yeah, and the good folks at Hit Music Radio are thinking of moving me around the schdule soon. So hopefully this is to give me more airtime because I'm that good, and not less time because I'm a burden to their good name.

Well, it just finished uploading so I think it's back to work for a bit then bed.

Selah!

Forced Inspiration

I have decided to call this entry 'Forced Inspiration' because I what to write something down, the only problem... what?

Since starting my podcast (Which by the way is at http://chrisbound.podbean.com), I have very little to rant about these days. As all the things that I want to talk about are either in a podcast or soon to be in a podcast.

I guess I could talk about the podcast and say that it's the greatest thing since ... well, who knows. It's just me ranting for a few minutes each week about idiots and the world of bizzareness. Although it is harder than it sounds because sometimes I read a story that boils the blood and I think 'yes, this will make for a fantastic rant!'. Then I remember that the podcast is supposed to be funny, so I scrap it for something funny... like a badger stuck in an exhaust pipe.

Yes, the ramblings are a-comin so I think i'll stop there. But listen to the podcast... please :)

http://chrisbound.podbean.com
http://chrisbound.podbean.com
http://chrisbound.podbean.com

Val-En-Tines-A-Comin

Shit, piss, ball-monkeys and other great swearing still to come, the great war of Valentine's Day is soon upon us.

And of course, it is a war. An emotional war! A war between the depressed and lonely singletons and the loved-up but probably still depressed couples. We fight for the upper hand to see which out of us is the dominant force over Valentine's Day. Although recently, I don't think we've been fighting as much as we used to. I've noticed that the couples among us are just as put off by the idea of Valentine's Day as the singletons. But why I hear you scream at your monitor? Why do we hate to love?

The answer of course is because it's shit! It's shit to be in love because when we are in love we do things that any normal person would see as a bad fucking move! Take the example of a crush. When you have a crush, you automatically start texting cheesy comments over to them (although at the time they seem suave and aloof), you do things that cost extremely large amounts of money and time just to see them for a few minutes and most importantly you make a complete tit out of yourself one day and she suddenly becomes lost to your suavery and aloofness.

But here's the worst part. Just as you are comfy in your bed, ready to fall asleep... all those things you did trying to empress her suddenly come flooding back to you. Only this time you are in that uncompromising third-person perspective and see that it was not only that last thing that made you a tit... but in fact everything you did. You were a tit all along. Like some twist ending to your whole relationship, screaming 'No, it can't be true! I was suave and aloof! I can't be a tit, I just can't!'

So please don't be all luvy-duvy with one another this Valentine's Day. Treat that special person as they should be treated. With genuiene kindness and loyalty. Because believe me, if you try and do anything special, you'll just be a tit.

Christian Fucking Bale!

Oh dear, oh dear...

There are very few ways in which anyone could make the now infamous Christian Bale freakout clip any funnier.

But I think turning it into a dance track is probably the top trump.

America HATES Porn!!!

Yeah, you heard me. I've come this conclusion after reading this news article.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7864733.stm

And if you can't read it, it's about a small town TV broadcaster in America who had it's wires crossed during the Superbowl and began broadcasting a porn film.

But it is full of quotes like 'dismayed and disappointed' and 'received calls from furious viewers'. Does that mean that there are people out there, so into the Superbowl, that they would complain about seeing some tits? At what point do you think after they made that 'furious' call, they thought to themselves; 'Shit! I just paid for a phone call to complain that I saw what could only be described as a Shanghai Happy-Meal!'?

Of course this brings up the hardcore retarded reaction America made about the Janet Jackson 'Half-flash' a few years ago. So i think next year I will be watching the Superbowl, just to see if those overly sexual Superbowl adverts finally cross the threshold and 'KICK OUT THE CLAMS, MOTHERFUCKER!'