It’s been a right old busy week, so there hasn’t been much in the way of Postculturist-ness lately. Apologies to the literally tens of people affected by this shoddy practice. It’s not right and we know it.
But here comes a new week, all fresh and rose-cheeked. Let’s pat it on the head, ruffle its hair, and offer it the following shiny sixpences:
- Body image, fashion industry and the recession: the drastically changing silhouette of 2010! Pure conjecture, with extensive use of the fashion singular – e.g. “a silk trouser” – to feign authority.
- Facebook sucks! Let us count the ways. OK, we’ll limit it to the first 700.
- My new dead sweetheart! – See photo on the right. There’s a very weird story behind this. I hesitate to tell you, lest you think I’m even more barking than you do already. I will anyway.
Much to look forward to, I think you’ll agree. Wait, where are you going? COME BACK…
It should be pointed out that I only got round to one of the three aforementioned articles. Probably just as well. No. 2 was in verse form and no. 3 is quite possibly grounds for sectioning. Try not to be too distraught, legion of avid readers. OK yes, I’m only talking to you, Doris.