Supercalifragilisticexpiali-fuck-it.

I saw Mary Poppins last week. I’ve always loved musicals, a by-product of my movie mania. Grease, Chicago, Oliver – I’ve seen ’em all, from West End to Broadway baby. But come Friday night, I had to admit that I’m either more cynical than a g-string in a retirement home, or I’m too old for […]

the wuc bytes – as good as it gets

It’s my birthday, yo. Ordinarily, I’d be rocking back and forth in an extended foetal, like Andy Dick routinely on a Friday night; but I’m feeling pret-ty goood (to be said like Jon Lovitz). I feel like doing a jaunty Irish jig whilst wearing a tutu made entirely from birthday cards. Instead, I’m gonna see a […]