Just because you buy ‘luxury’ goods in Tesco does not make you rich. And just because ‘luxury’ goods are expensive does not mean they are good. Method cleaner review. Bang bang average.

Remember the murder of Jo Yeates. Awful, awful stuff yes. Not to be crass, though, but it was just one of a number of cases that we solved. Another example was the Washington Sniper. Me and Ms Tonic were a formidable team. Us doing the intellectual leaps of reason you have to undertake to solve […]

Worrying times: Is Zoflora RIP?

Apologies for the horrific blurriness but when we saw this we fainted. Look at this. Just look at this. There’s so much more shelf space dedicated to the dubious Astonish brand than there is Zoflora. Pissy herbal tea The Zoflora is cornered into the edge of the shelf, bottom row. Let’s be honest; that is […]

Our fickle friends are leaving: on time

Our last post was not very good, but we published it because we want to get back into the habit of regular posting again. Why? Yeah, fuck knows. Anyway, in it we opened an old Mac cube computer and were stunned to see things were exactly as we had left them. Our folder \Desktop\Current had […]

On love for old computers

Nostalgia is just stunted ambition. Nevertheless, of late, with the world ending, we have been getting very nostalgic about our past. But, for people of our age, cough, 40s cough, what a dull past it has been. Our parents would have got nostalgic about big things. About moon landings, rock and roll. Us? We have […]

If these videos featuring people playing music accompanied by their washing machine don’t warm you from the bottom of your once broken heart, then there is no joy left in your life, at all.

Well, what a reaction to our last post. 20 (twenty) whole views and one spam comment about powdered Viaggra (sic). We bought a kilo anyway, just on the off chance. We were a bit dubious about entering our credit card details but we have to believe the world is a good place. We just have […]

Learning to love again.

It took a long time but our heart started beating. Yoga and hangovers teach us to look forward and not back, so let’s not dwell on why it stopped, nor on how it restarted, after so long being dusty and silent and still. Unloved and unused, like an unwanted gift hidden in the garage under […]

Where now?

So. What do we do now that this thing is back from the dead? For maybe the fouth time?* The very fact we have given up so often gives you a clue of the likely ending this time. We will get either bored or suicidally depressed again. Either way it ends with us staring off […]