Where’s Christopher England?

Christopher England is a kinda personality or persona of another Chris, and mainly nothing like him.

That other Chris is sooooooo damn busy being himself that he hasn’t had much time of late to be Christopher England.

The other Chris, if you know how and where to find him, is still very active on t’internet and in media, but not as Christopher England.

Things may change and Christopher England may return with his witty and cuttingly sharp observations about life, the universe and everything radio-ish.

But…

At the moment not even the other Chris knows what’s what.

If you really want to follow the man behind Christopher England, just ask.

Confused Supermarkets

Having previously reported on the horror of daytime shopping in supermarkets, there is a side issue I need to address. It’s about the confused signals. Let me explain.

Trolley Rage

Okay, I’m getting to grips with this shopping lark, but I am suffering from trolley rage.

The lion and the giraffe

I read this somewhere ages ago, and I thought it was pretty thought-provoking, so I’ve plagiarised it for here from my copy that’s on my wall, which came from where I know not:

That Da Vinci Code

I sat down to watch the guy who is better known for playing the dense and daft Baldrick in the various Blackadder series, to see if he would enlighten me. Tony Robinson, a raving mad historian and trendy leftie devoted to the Pope (Can you be a Catholic and a socialist? Apparently so), went on search for evidence to debunk the Dan Brown novel about the Da Vinci Code.

Marry the Ripper?

Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper, brutally murdered 13 women over a four year period, horribly mutilating their bodies, and was later diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic. He’s serving life in prison. Well, in Broadmoor high security psychiatric hospital, actually. He’s been there for nearly 30 years.

A Lunar Tic

So today we had an eclipse of the moon. In fact it’s doing its stuff right now as I, er, write. Currently it’s a sort of red-orange colour.

Save the swastika

The Swastika is a lovely symbol. It means a lot to a lot of people, and yet there are those who want it banned. This must not be allowed to happen.

Ikea

Ikea is a ‘Scandinavian’ self-assembly furniture shop. Well, it’s lots of shops. Huge shops. They are making an absolute fortune for the owners, because somehow they discovered how to tap into the female shopping gene.

Football

I see that football appears to be infesting TV again. Live and let live, but I’ve never understood games with balls. Well, some of them I understand, of course, I just don’t understand the obsession and fascination with them. But, I have my obsessions in other areas, so fair enough.

Shave me eyebrows?

So what’s all this shaving tiny bits out of your eyebrows business, eh?

Drunk driving bitch

I got to hear the news today that a girl working for a company I have a relationship with (the company not the girl), was sacked on the spot.

Satire

Satire is a wonderful thing. The satirical writers of our world make us laugh by pointing at those who should be laughed at. Satire isn’t cruel or mean. It never picks on people who are the underdogs or are genuinely pathetic or in need of help and understanding. That’s not satire. Satire picks on people who should know better. Satire caricatures the dogmatic and the obsessive, those with closed minds or opinions, those who can’t see beyond their own mirrors, and it gives us wonderful comedy based on people who really really should know better.

Bob’s Bob?

Maybe that goldfish is trying to tell you his name is Bob.

Flash mobbing

I think the sport of streaking first started in the 1970s. This was the completely harmless yet completely pointless activity of taking all one’s clothes off and running stark naked through a highly televised event such as a cricket match. In fact, one large breasted lady became famous for so doing. I remember the breasts but forget her name.