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I’ve been trying to work out for myself when people in call centres started calling customers ‘yourself’ and referring to themselves as ‘ourselves’ and asking at the end of calls ‘Is there anything more that ourselves can do for yourself today?’ Yes there fucking well is. Stop calling me yourself. Presumably they’ve been told to do this by some twat who runs their training . . . → Read More: Yourself  I enjoyed watching these two six sided squares discussing the legalisation of drugs today. In principle I’m with Bob Ainsworth, as you might imagine. There are so many great reasons for legalisation, I hardly know where to start. How, for example, did states accrue so much power that they feel able to dictate what their citizens put into their own mouths? How can it . . . → Read More: I’d love a bit of Green Here’s a photo from our 2006 Las Vegas Comeback special. We’re still not sure how to upload clips from the show. We’re still working on it. But what you will find here is a link to the Elderly Rhymers rap. Rapping is marvellous. I can’t believe we’ve never ventured into these waters before. I’m sure you can’t either. Well, if we can ‘go viral’ . . . → Read More: We are Your Dad 14 years ago this very night I met my legendary partner in crime Christopher Charles Ambler in the bar of The Yorkshire House in Lancaster. He came up to me and said, ‘You’re the only man in Lancaster who can sing Middle of the Road properly. Do you want to do some gigs?’ Who could resist such a tempting offer? Certainly not me. And . . . → Read More: Kick out Your Dad, Mother figure. My Dad was a man without qualities. He died at 11.25pm on May 6th, 2010, just as the election results were starting to come in. As his ultimate wife said to me a few days ago, ‘Ah loved him, but he loathed everything and everybody. He had a narcissitic personality disorder. I hope you never get that.’ I told her that although I had . . . → Read More: My Dead Dad, by one half of Your Dad |
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