WARNING: Due to the comment which came along after this post came up, the following post contains spoilers for a show which has already been on and therefore people know about already. But just in case they forget and do not wish to remember, please look away now.

P.S. We know the picture which gives away a large part of the show which is being spoiled is in within distance of this notice, and to set it right would mean some extra work. Owing to the fact we are lazy, it will continue to be wrong. Suffer mortals!

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Ironing. We all have to do it if we are poor. It’s one of those immortal tasks that basically take up time, only to drag our evolved selves away from pursuits of grandeur such as writing an award-winning novel, creating a portrait of a loved pet, or picking your ears clean with a pair of cooking tongs.

It never ends too, we go through clothing like no tomorrow. And all the time we are doing it, we have either walls to stare at or a television telling us how either we can become successful parents, laugh at other people’s misery when they find out they’ve been having an affair with a midget or just one more episode of Pokemon simply to make sure that last brain cell dies screaming with agony.

What if you could make the chore just a little bit more interesting? Perhaps someone could help you out with the work or indeed just talk to you while you battle through yet another crease that just won’t die. Perhaps a change of location is in order?

Here are three examples of ways you too can make this household bore slightly more interesting. There are other examples out there but none as practical or realistic as these three:

Yes, it’s true. You’re not seeing things, those pictures are real, and before anyone asks, it was either that or watch reruns of Colombo. What would you do? Besides it may not be as extreme as some cases you have seen, perhaps the better way to look upon them as more conservative “British” methods of the sport.

Since the weekend’s fun and frolics, and of course Monday’s buoyant update where lots of jolly fun was had, one could almost expect another update filled with jolly and happiness with various other words that mean the same thing, but as this is a post on Ooh Sometimes and not the Guardian, forgive me but looking up words on a thesaurus seems too much effort.

However, once again London is proving itself with the “Love, Hate” relationship that all people down here seem destined to go through each day, not so much with issues such as crime etc, but more a state of some people down in the dirty city.

On Monday, on the way to work using the tube system, there were severe delays. The reason being that someone had either committed suicide or decided to have an costly accident on the central line. Either way, that person is no longer with the living, instead preferring the company of Gandhi, Elvis and Lord Lucan.

As an outsider, just the fact that this had happened was quite a shock, as it’s not something you expect to see every day, but what was more confounding, was the reaction of the other commuters.
Half of them, didn’t seem to care and were off in their own little world of unicorns and rainbows, while all the while still managing to look miserable, and the other half standing on the platform at the time, seemed to be overly annoyed that their journey was delayed. “How dare that person stop tube trains at rush hour, bastard, we hope he got what’s coming to him….”

This was, shall we say, a different reaction to that I would expect after the staff announced that over the speakers and then proceeded to have the message repeating every few minutes.

But, as it turns out after asking around about if this was normal, feedback seems to suggest that this is a regular feature of travel in London as people seem to get bored / upset / news that their cat is alive and well and decide to see if high voltage electricity does indeed leave you on the shade of “not alive.”

Not exactly something to tell people down the pub, but nevertheless it’s worthy of a mention and only goes further to give a more balanced view of life down in London.

Well after an amazing week, you are probably expecting a giant cascade of a weekend out and about, living the high life, sipping fuzzy liquid while laughing at homeless people and asking them if they have any spare change just to get back at them.

Well……it didn’t really happen exactly like that.

You see, there comes a point where after being out every single night, you actually have had enough. Too much of a good thing is indeed possible and therefore, after presenting the second option in a previous blog post of watching Top Gear reruns while still in bed, guess what I did. Given the fact that three middle aged blokes not only make cars engaging to watch, but over the top funny as well, it’s more than worthy of mention upon this digital tome, and may it remain great for many years to come.

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What the stars said.... Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Now, I know that the whole movie premiere issue was milked rather recently but this video had only finished processing overnight into a flash format and it is the last video from Hancock on Wednesday.

Basically after some of the hoopla died down, the stars got on stage and started talking to a bloke who was there. Think of this as Film 2008 except on a hugely limited budget and no real sense of what’s happening.

Note: Yes I made silly comments during this but some of what was said asked for it….

The last few days once again have filled the time with tales of wonder and then more wonder but of a different sort, one of which perhaps leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.

So to Tuesday, a detour was taken to a pub just shy of the London Bridge tube station, to sit down and listen to some scripts written by aspiring comedic writers to be. The cunning name for the writers writing comedy, who were also in London; The London Comedy Writers. How fiendish…

It was actually a rather bizarre thing to do, after all the most I have ever written for, was the blog, the podcast and various crayon scrawlings in phone boxes. Never had I considered writing comedy, in script form and it was a good learning experience. The actors were superb in reading the script, and the material presented by two likely lads who decided University was a waste of time (cough, cough), and the feedback given was slightly hopeful.

It would be unfair to say what it was and also to spoil some of the humour, so for once, I guess the beans shall remain in the tin, as opposed to all over the floor in an erotic display of, err, eroticness.

The idea of the evening was to have your work read out for various people who will have recieved your script beforehand, and have feedback given by whoever was there. Looking back it is the only true way to know if you have what it takes to make it and they all did a very good job in being fair, something very hard to do these days. I suppose that to write so little what what was a great time is a grand injustice to what the LCW actually is, so with that note, I suggest you look up their website and see what it’s all about.

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The Lord of Leisure speaks! Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Note: Forgive the tired look, this is after three days of being out all the time. Bound to catch up with you at some point…

After the weekend’s torrent of abuse and indeed excitement, you normally expect that to be the end of the fun until the following weekend, due to the pesky annoyance of having to go to work for a living to recoup your gambling losses and hiring of ladies of the evening.

Don’t look at the page like that’s not a problem you suffer from….

But that notion of wandering off home, heating up the ready meal of mystery and then watching re-runs of Thomas the Tank Engine, was dashed ever so briefly for something I never imagined would actually occur.

For those of you who have read the tome of knowledge known as Ooh Sometimes before, you will have read about “Gamers with Jobs”, a website dedicated to wannabe social-shut-ins who can’t get away with staying playing games all day because of other life altering commitments like family, who we all know only get in the way of having fun.

They talk quite well about topics of the day and more recently their obsession with Age of Conan, which in case you are wondering, the age is 12. (Hahahaha etc, I made the nerdy joke, I’m the king of you all….help me please, I need to get out more or less, whichever is better)

But a little while ago, because the planets were aligning and all the chickens had been sacrificed to appease the Mayan gods, a group of strangers from the website decided to venture down to the capital to meet up, be shocked at each other’s appearances, cry and then talk about digital happenings over nice warm beer.

Well, I was in the neighbourhood so why not?

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With all the current excitement out and about in the southern city which no-one inside the UK really likes and the only city anyone outside the UK has heard of, you may be wondering:

“Paul, you hideously erotic creature from the 6th dimension, you’re not leaving us out in the cold without giving any details of your gaming prowess and skills?”

Well fear not gentle and slightly aroused readers, for I have half-heartedly stumbled like a drunken man onto a slightly bizarre yet comical adventure / RPG / Bugger knows game known as “On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness, Episode One” and yes, the title is long-winded.

It’s been rather bizarre that this has taken up some of the Lord’s time rather than EA’s all singing all dancing space sex “shootorama” with a story, “Mass Effect”, which arrived on British shores a couple of weeks ago now or indeed the excellent looking but proof will be in the pudding, “GRID” created by Codemasters, who has taken it upon themselves to create a console style level racing game for all platforms and it rather works well on the PC by all accounts.

Let me explain.

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So after a massive two day week, what better way to celebrate the fact that you haven’t been fired than with a trip on the town? OK, I will concede there are better ways such as flying a plane, travelling around on a yacht sipping overly priced liquid, or if you are lucky to have a significant other, roger them silly until they can’t walk any more.

Having none of those options open to me at the time, a trip on the town was the next best thing, and why not?

There was a greater purpose to the weekend’s wanderings, as Saturday had an exciting event which lots of people would be celebrating greatly or at least in their own middle class manner, clap politely and say what ho. Oh I see, aside from the Queen’s birthday which also had some celebrations going on.

Terry Prachett was in town.

The creator/writer of the Discworld novels, Only you can save mankind (personal favourite there), and countless other books was down on the Southbank store of Foyles signing books, being recorded for the BBC and also it appeared taking a small amount of time to chat with people there as well as he penned away. And as I arrived, the queue seemed absent and with no real queue, you think you’re sorted.

Unless you arrived at the wrong store.

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