Hey, boos! It’s been a while, no? Have some Apology Music, from the excellent Alice Smith: Happy Friday. How’ve you been? Has it been a productive week, full of kicking ass and taking names? Hope so. But still, thank goodness it’s over, eh? I like work, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t ‘like like’ [...]
It’s Good Friday! Or, for freelancers, another Friday, but one where the banks are closed. But no matter, because for all the things that a Friday can be, on this here blog, we are only ever concerned about one element: healthy, handsome hunks, hanging out hunkily. So. Pause the daytime Bank Holiday movie, put down [...]
Listen. Nobody knows what the FRICK is going on with this weather in the UK at the moment. It’s sunny and bitterly cold. It’s snowing. It’s raining. It’s icy. It’s bloody mid-March, FFS! It’s enought to drive a person up the wall. Can we live, random weather fronts? CAN WE LIVE? Thankfully, today is also [...]
Every day, the greyness gets a little lighter. Every day, the daylight stretches further. Every single day, hope for sunnier days is re-ignited. Friends, we made it through February. We made it. Let us sink to our knees and cry brokenly with relief. Because today, MARCH 1st, is also a Friday. Let us celebrate the [...]
Hey kids – it’s FRIDAAAY! Here have this joy of a track, courtesy Santigold: How’s your life? All good? Are you, like me, noting the way the sun is setting later and later? I made it to 5:30pm(!) before turning on the lights just a few days ago, and almost cracked open the champagne to [...]
Do you know what day it is, kids? Here’s a hint: it’s the one before Saturday, but after Thursday. It is a magical day, one where you can feel the tentacles of the week slowly unfurling. It’s Friday, children! Which means someone has been curating images of exceptionally hot dudes with the express aim of [...]
The sprouts are eaten, the bones of the roasted poultry (RIP) have been used to make stock (or is being lovingly crunched by local urban foxes), and your pleasingly squidgy carb food baby has not budged since its conception on Christmas Eve. In other words, 2012 is drawing a discreet veil over its face and [...]
IT’S FRIDAY! Have some jaunty Rollins and Monk to go with that Friday feeling *taps foot, snaps fingers*: It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Y’all can blame work. It puts food in my pot and heat in my radiators, but boy does it take away from servicing the pervy needs of the TFP fandom. Deep [...]
Feel that nip in the air? Autumn is here. So gather close, friends. Light the fire, pull on your Snuggie™ and a pair of cashmere blend socks. Open up the oven and remove the fragrant casserole within. Sink your fork into the rich gravy. Revel in the stodge of soft potatoes and tender meat. Gorge. [...]
Happy Friday! In the words of Ned Stark: winter is coming. We have packed away our short shorts, frilly vest tops and open-toed sandals, and dragged out the Fair Isle knits, the fleece-lined tights, and the hats are at the ready, for we are now firmly in the breezy grip of autumn, and the diktat [...]
FRIDAY, WOO! Long week? Still recovering from the loss of the Olympics? Well, there are two things to brighten things up your sad post-Games face. First, never fear – the Paralympics are almost here! Secondly, the football season’s back tomorrow! Also, in our increasingly secular age, I am pleased to be able to extend you a [...]
It’s Friday. Can I get a holy ghost stomp and an ‘amen’? AMEN! You’ve only had to turn on the telly to realise that the world’s biggest sporting event is taking place. The Olympics – a gold medal is the dream for all who come, alongside a new personal best, and the smashing of a [...]
Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy. But it’s The Friday Pretty, baby. Perv with me, maybe?
Guys! Psst, GUYS! Guess who’s back? Apologies for the radio silence – it’s been raining solidly in this corner of England for quite a while now, which means everyone has been damp for quite a few weeks now… As you can imagine, it’s not been the most conducive of circumstances to conjure up words and [...]
So, according to the nursery rhyme, Solomon Grundy ‘grew worse on Friday’. Listen, Sol, I know you’re dead and buried so RIP and all that, but you’re a chump. If you’d only hung out on this here blog on Friday, you would not ‘died on Saturday’. You’re immortal thanks to rhyme, Solomon, but you were [...]
