Today I have reached the difficult stage of beard growing. Its the point where a lesser man would turn back, shave his face and never darken the halls of Beardom ever again. Its the day of Beard Regrowth Project: Bio-hazard Supreme Itchyface. To wrongly phrase the words of the Kings of Leon song ‘Wooooaaaoooooh my […]
I’m having a day off today. Thats the best thing about being your own boss. I didn’t have to ask for holiday, or call myself up awkwardly and pretend to be ill. I just had to make sure that no one booked me for a gig and that I didn’t gain any money I might […]
In 50 minutes I have to be somewhere that on a normal day would be only 15 minutes away. I have a feeling today it will take much much longer than that thanks to the tube strike. It is also partly thanks to the fact that currently I am sitting in my dressing gown at […]
I’m eating condensed milk out of a tin. I think that makes me pretty digusting. There are only two types of people that can eat condensed milk out of tins and not be frowned upon. The first are orphans who have been evacuated from the Blitz in World War Two and its the first sugary […]
Well that’s it. Our country is officially full of dicks. Late last night my distant French relation Joanne Douieb FB messaged me saying she hoped I had voted in the European elections. In my response I felt I had to apologise for how shit it was that we would be sending two BNP members to […]
I’m tired. Really really tired. Today has been a lengthy marathon of filming from 8.30am this morning until about 6 o clock this evening. It was fun but incredibly exhausting and my energy has not been aided by my decision to go out drinking with the CBBC lot last night. A possibly foolish choice, but […]
Not a lot of time for blogging this weekend. I might not even be able to blog at all tomorrow which scares me. I haven’t not done a blog since I started this one, and to miss one out would feel like I am breaking some sort of mantra. Its the equivalent of a monk […]
Its day two in the Douieb flat and Tiernan still has no beard. See what I did there? I started like it was Big Brother because thats what was on yesterday. Im well clever me. Of course if you didn’t read that in a Geordie accent it won’t have worked. But that will be your […]
RIP my beard. I’ve just shaved it off and now I feel all sad. I knew there was a reason I grew a beard and its because I have a stupid chin. Its a bit lopsided and looks like I am being constantly punched in the right side of my face. Maybe I need to […]
This blog is late today. I wanted to do it ages ago but I have returned from spending TWO AND A HALF SHITTING HOURS waiting at The Whittington Hospital for a TWO SHITTING MINUTE APPOINTMENT. Now, it would be wrong for me to say hospitals are bad places. Without them, many people would die, or […]