mostly david ephgrave

Trump's right about one thing: if you inject yourself with disinfectant, you won't die of coronavirus. I just watched a three-minute chunk of his recent COVID-19 task force briefing, in which he expounds his homespun, yet dangerous theories, then when called out by a journalist on the risk his riffing presents, jumps straight to his fake news bullshit and, frankly, I'm terrified. I know we know he's a fantasist with little aptitude for connecting his brain to his mouth before speaking, but for fuck's sake. He's the president of the most powerful country on the planet, and yet his recklessness doesn't border but crosses over to insanity, and this arrogance and ignorance could kill. Three years he's been office now, and it's beyond a joke. He's unstable, and he certainly isn't a genius. I wouldn't be surprised if someone cuts up his dinner for him, and forks it into his tiny, tiny mouth with a cry of, "Here comes the Air Forc...

Only 37 out of 100 people surveyed for tonight's episode of Pointless knew the actress who played Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz was Judy Garland.  37 out of 100.  When given 100 seconds.  Dorothy.  JUDY GARLAND.  Fuck's sake. It's been a long time coming, but it's finally official: I despair in humanity, now it seems the vast majority of the great unwashed feel no need to retain any information about anything. If there's one role that's most associated with Judy Garland, it's Dorothy, in much the same way that Dorothy will always be synonymous with Judy; it's the sort of thing you should be able to recall without effort. In fact, it may as well go hand in hand with, "Who's the prime minister?" for emergency questions to test for senility, as I would argue if you don't know it, you either (1) live in a country that has more bigger problems to attend to, or (2) you're an idiot. The film The Wizard of Oz is so iconic it pretty...

Today I had the embarrassing experience of not realising I didn’t have my wallet with me whilst shopping at the supermarket until I after I’d scanned everything at the self-service checkout. To make things worse, I only had twenty minutes before the shop was set to close, which wasn’t long enough to walk back home to get it. In the end, my wife came to my rescue; driving down with it, while I stood in the foyer like a gimp. I’ve never felt more conspicuous; I may as well have held up a sign with the word ‘INEPT’ emblazoned on it; I’m amazed I can even dress myself. Even though we live five minutes away, the time it took my wife to arrive felt like an eternity, purely due to my embarrassment. Each person who came up to the checkout gave me a strange look, as if they couldn’t for the life of them work out while I was standing there, all uncomfortable, with my unpaid for shopping at my feet, Thankfully it wasn’t too busy at the tills, or a massive que...