Hello, just a tiny blog post while I’m working late, just to relive the tedious bits inbetween running updates and hoping to god the things come back afterwards.

It’s good having Youtube at work, as you have all the music you want.

A fair while ago, I was in a bit of a downtrodden funk while residing in the current quarters here in London, a place with 6 letters in its name. You see, I have to be honest, where I am currently staying, I am fully convinced the place is only held together using sellotape, blu-tack and some sour cream from Belgium.

The shower alters between burning pain of hot, and a temperature so cold, it makes you forget about women for at least 72 hours. There appears to be an animal not of this earth living in a pile of crap underneath the stairs, and when questioned about this, the answer I received was “It mostly comes out at night, mostly….”

It has got to the point where I don’t even venture home after work for some time, simply to avoid having to trundle back until it’s absolutely necessary. I suppose that’s why despite my best or not very best efforts, I have dropped back to seldom writing on this tome of the damned as much, my uber of a machine, lies dormant within the clutches of the cave, powerless and gathering dust.

Before even heading down to the big city, I knew what the place was like beforehand, a throwback to the 1970′s eastern europe where a turnip had to be shared between 50 people and electricity was something to be afraid of, and yet, just like the Jews believing the Germans when they said “Go on, you have a nice shower now” I believed it was the best situation.

Read the rest of this entry »

Yes, Episode 4 is still in the dulldrums of my hard drive, it’s contents lying forgotten and unloved. Some extra content has been added here and there, but I guess it’s harder to sum up the experiences of being here in the dirty big city place.

Because so much has happened in such a small space of time and also with talking about various things on the blog as well, it’s a handful trying to get something together that not only makes little sense but is slightly funny as well.

Rest assured, it plagues my mind every day at the moment, along with various other questions like Why did I steal that traffic cone, and can photocopiers make people smaller, and more than likely there will be something produced very soon.

It’s been fun on the button being a lazy sob for all those who feel the need to wander around looking for something to do, like what are those strange things called….something that is supposed to make you sound interesting at dinner parties…bananas….socks….ah hobbies!

Read the rest of this entry »

Basically this was something that was shown from Shawn from Gamers with Jobs over a Skype conversation on the weekend, and during the conversation which included talking about Knights of the Old Republic, a link was presented to watch something by that bloke who did Buffy a while ago, and I sat down and watched an evil mad failure’s blog mixed with musical songs.

I tell you now, it was good.

Very Good.

To the point that I want the DVD despite the love bits, it was nice to be on the side of the wannabe bad guy for once, and I want more. Whether or not there will be more is uncertain, considering the ending which for once shall not be revealed, but at least there was something new produced, which is a testiment to the Internet, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have the distribution channels, you can actually put together things with the budget of a Chinese meal.

The video streams showcasing this bizarre twisted, yet highly watchable doo-hickey have dried up now and only the Americans can get it on ITunes now but perhaps at some point they will see the error of their ways and open it up to the rest of the world.

So for now I leave you with the link to it. Enjoy!

Sleepy days are often followed with a hard day’s work, and today proved that point without a doubt, and more will follow in the days ahead. That’s not even the worst thing taken from today, far from it in fact, you can argue that keeping yourself busy away from the prospect of playing with your belly button fluff one more time.

But it was after the day’s graft that I find myself once again at the alter of the fabled celebrity. Another premiere closed off Leicester Square, crushing the crowds in a hurtful attempt to keep the general public away from people who appear in films which don’t just frequent the shelves in your favourite back alley stockist.

You would think by the first and only encounter so far with such a spectacle that I would have been out of my mind to venture another attempt at mingling with the crowds, in a vain attempt to see such people like Michael Caine, who basically has a movie credit list longer than my arm, or Maggie Gybns…Gnry…Grenade in the flesh simply to shout about the type of Movies I would see her star in.

But this one had caught the eye for the simple reason that it was for the European showing of The Dark Knight, the second of the remade Batman series which made huge strides away from “Comic book Skegness” to “Dark and moody Butlins holiday camp”.

The film had been overshadowed of course by the death of the Joker off screen, Heath Ledger who died aged 28 after an overdose, had by all accounts given such a show-stealing performance, that his co-stars gave him the limelight far more, and all bets for the man to win an Oscar are off.

Read the rest of this entry »

Yes, it’s a very good question.

The short answer is: I was having some more quality time at home, before the troubling event of Natalie returning to her homeland for some time, will she stay, will she come back? Will I keep asking silly questions? Whose line is it anyway? Find out after the break.

I suppose for a lack of a better thing to write at this moment, it’s just all rather sad at the moment, and in time, that feeling will be cured by our good friends, alcohol and dirty naughty magazines. In the meantime, relax and enjoy the rest of your day and tune in later on tonight for the continuation of ramblings on t’internet.

Providing of course I don’t get sidetracked by drinking or the premiere of The Dark Knight with some more people wandering around on a carpet in desparate need of hoovering.

For good behaviour, or perhaps as punishment for crimes against humanity, I’m taking a few days away from Ooh Sometimes, to catch up with some sleep, some writing of a different nature and also to enjoy one’s self while thinking up new sick and twisted evil things.

We’ll return on Saturday with a round-up of the weekend before’s happenings when we left sunny London to go back to reality for a couple of days, watching a silly film with no-longer pregnant “A Joile Fish-Lips” and some other bloke, and of course having fun hanging with some old friends aplenty.

Add to that some random talk about something which more than likely will have caught my eye over the next few days, It’s all to play with the ready money round…no sorry wrong show.

Take it easy campers.

London, home to the rich, the famous, the useless, the meek, the poor, the comical, the brave, the homeless and frankly, more useless people. In total, you have around 8 million meat bags making their way home within the M25 night after night after working 9 to 5 at financial institutions such as Woolworths, McDonalds and selling the Big Issue.

But some at least do go to a home of some description, be it the luxury flat above, or as most are forced to do, share with 12 Albanians and a transvestite.

You see, a fair while ago it was confirmed that London has some of the most expensive property in the world. If you wish to live in the city you basically have to be prepared to pay around £275,000 for studio flat in Soho, and remember that’s just one room with a bucket in the corner for you to relive yourself.

Even when the price dropped by £20,000 last month given the state of the economy here in broken Britain, you know you will always pay a premium.

Read the rest of this entry »

Again, another video from YouTube and this time it’s not featuring Jizzy tissue or any rappers who get home with the downies or whatever the hell people from the ghetto of Guildford are supposed to say and do these days:

No, this is something rather speical for your dining and dancing pleasure today.

A while ago in the year long forgotten, 2001, a game was released from the cluches of Remedy Entertainment and 3D Realms onto the market. It had matrix style action, a story as complex and harrowing as discovering your sister in bed with another woman, and more lines filled with cheese than the whole of Leicester.

Max Payne, whose name filled various mobsters and secret government organisations with dread, bullets and very slow movement, became a popular franchise in the gaming space, perhaps simply because the main character looked like he needed a good bowel movement and a sequel was produced which took it all and improved it quite a lot without moving away from what made the game great.

For some reason the sequel never sold as well, and basically until this day, that was the true last we had seen of the man who ate painkillers like they were the nice sweets you get from Quality Street, not the brown ones that get left by everyone.

Until now.

Ladies and gentlemen, the trailer for the Max Payne Film….