On The Rampage
Twitter does more than just change how we communicate. It shows us what horrible people we all are. Yes, we're guilty of these crimes. I'm guilty too. No one said there wouldn't be self-loathing.
Have your friends been demanding cash to go on ego-massaging opportunistic stilt walking challenges or other ridiculous pursuits in the name of 'charity'? Don't worry, we think they're dickheads too.
She dresses provocatively, has a fondness for empty publicity stunts, is a temptress of men and is no spring chicken. Madonna gives our Sue reason to retire to the fainting couch.
Skins, Men Behaving Badly, Absolutely Fabulous, The IT Crowd, Shameless... and now The Inbetweeners? America! Cease and desist with the unnessary TV show remakes!
Why should people starting out in their careers have to work for free with no guarantee of the touted benefits - contacts and actual work experience? Sue proposes a revolution.
Yeah, yeah, the great gender divide is all well and good, but what's it like in the scary world of dating when you're an elusive abstract concept?
Our intrepid reporter Barry recently uncovered an email from a caddish chap complaining about a disastrous first date. And then this found its way into our eds' inbox...
Men and women can't be friends? Nonsense. They said the same about Elton John and Eminem and that turned out ok.
The following is an email sent from a young professional male to his female friend, after said female friend set him up on a blind date. The date did not go well.
Prove to me that women are funny, said Hector. Why is the notion that the ability to conceive and deliver a punchline is an exclusively male talent often accepted, not just by eejits, but by seemingly intelligent individuals?
At no stage will you be subjected to a complete dissing of Facebook here, but there are times when grievances must be aired about certain aspects of Zuckerberg's ship, and this is one of those times.
I simply can’t be doing with the summer at all. I don’t want one. No. And I don’t care that you disapprove of my not wanting one. The summer can go jam itself in a mossy cavern and never come back. Why? Wasps are why.