"What the fuck is this world running to?"

It's the most wonderful time of the year, when desperate bloggers trot out top-tens and best-ofs in an often-pathetic attempt to justify the freebies and junkets that have kept them in copy all the live-long, drink-long day.

Not me. That's what New Year's Eve was invented for.

Meantime, I have a stack of frenetic, splenetic first drafts that need tidying up or having the bomb dropped on them. So let's give them an airing.

Pearl Jam has been on heavy rotation at Scoop Towers. Expect tangential references to them over the Chrimble period.

From tomorrow: ten posts. No prisoners.

"Escape is never the safest path"

If you're wondering about the pic, start your Pearl Jam 101 here.


  1. if they're shit we'll let you know

  2. Very kind of you to say so. But, as you may have noticed, I couldn't give a flying fuck at a rolling donut.