mostly david ephgrave

My capacity to be annoyed by things that don’t matter knows no bounds. Tonight's biggest overreaction was my apparent inability to hold back my disdain for one of team captains on Only Connect for his smug self-important expression; I’m not a violent man, but his conceited, self-serving countenance made me very punchy. Labouring under the misapprehension that boasting he’d “been on a lot of game shows” would impress us didn’t help, nor did his stupid beard that resembled an otter’s pelt. As far as I’m concerned, there are too many people on the planet who think they’re the centre of the universe (to mix my space-based metaphors) and who have been given audience frequently enough to feel we should drop everything to hear them speak. I’m well aware of how hypercritical that sounds as I inadvertently pretty much paraphrased the manifesto of the Society for People with an Inbuilt Superiority Complex (a club comprising James Blunt, Brian Cox and me). Perhaps I should learn to ex...

When I took out my recycling today, I noticed something strange lurking by the bins. I leant in closer to see what it might be - and, lo and behold, it was a Sony SA W10 Super Acoustically-Loaded Woofer.   MORAL OF THE STORY: If you want to recycle your bottom-end enhancer, put it in the Bottom-End Enhancer Bin like everyone else. When it comes to some of the people who live in my area, I despair. Did the owner of this speaker believe it would be taken away? Of course not. They were just being lazy; taking the Homer-Simpson-in-The-Simpsons-episode-with-Steve-Martin approach of thinking "Can’t someone else do it?" I don’t understand why they went to the relative trouble of carrying their Super Acoustically-Loaded Woofer to the recycling area, which is a good 100 yards from anyone’s house, when they could have (a) put it in a car and taken it to the dump / a charity shop / a Cash Converters, (b) sold it online, or (c) th...