01 NOVEMBER 2006 :: THIS IS MY KIND OF TOWN
“This is my kind of town, Chicago is,
My kind of town, Chicago is,
My kind of people too,
People who smile at you”
It was cold, wet, dark and windy, some would say that must make things miserable. But, none of those words are an accurate description of Chicago. Like most of the world’s best cities the weather and environment are just a minor distraction from what’s really going on, as apposed to being the only reason to visit.
I’ve actually been sitting on this for a few days now and in writing and email to a friend seem to have worked out how to sum up my Chicago experience. It’s a huge city but the people make you feel like your in a small, very welcoming country town.
While it’s not going to knock New York off the top of my favourite city spot, it’s certainly a special place to have made such a lasting impression after only 3 days.
20 OCTOBER 2006 :: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME
It's the last straw, honestly. Someone has finally combined two of my most loathed subjects: Reality TV and WAG's. I just can't sit here and suffer silently. It's too much for a bear to bear god damn it!
On what level is this considered entertainment? What does it say about us as a society if we're happy to have this sort of crap inflicted upon us?
It's easy for you to sit there and say "well, gee Luke, change the channel, it's not like you haven't got about 150 other ones to choose from". That, my friends, is not the point.
Project yourself to a point in time where you may have a young daughter. OK, now imagine your daughter comes home from school one day and instead of announcing she wants to be a vet or a teacher or even a ballerina, she proclaims she wants to be a footballers wife!
Are you scared yet? You should be.
How the hell is this an aspirational position? Exactly why are these horrible, horrible people given so much media coverage? Is the British education system so devoid of opportunities that the best people can hope for is to get their claws into a sportsman and spend their days shopping, drinking and having surgery?
And on what planet do ITV executives live where they claim it will be "unmissable entertainment"?!?!
Oh thank goodness! Another day in this suburban nightmare and I’d have needed half a white valium.