Disclaimer: Before I begin this week’s rant, I’d like to stress that there will be no names mentioned (I may be a prick, but I’m not an arsehole, if that makes sense), and I’d like to request that anyone who has something to comment upon in this article observe the same courtesy. If you must [...]

I have a post-it note on my desk. It’s been there a few weeks, like every page I don’t fill up (I’m loathe to waste paper, resulting in loads of pages with one line on them that I refuse to throw away until I realise that I can’t find anything, and I will never use those pieces of paper again.), and it has just one thing written on it; “Recover ID”…

In part 2 of my spleen venting extravaganza, I’ll be discussing the topic of swearing, in particular, use of that special taboo word.
In my opinion, and speaking as a hypocrite of the highest order, there is one word that will never and should never enter common usage. The infamous “c” word…

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m afraid you may have to bear with me here, I have a lot of venting to do, on a number of subjects…

Now, before I get started on this week’s rant, (which had the working title “I’m not a chauvinist, but…”), I’d like to get something out of the way…

This excerpt is covered in a protective coating.

Today marks the 10th anniversary of the passing of the most beautiful, caring, loving and strong woman I ever had the good fortune to know. My Mother.
I’m away from work today so that I can reflect on everything my Mum means to me, and to think about how her memory has shaped the person I am.

Greetings! It’s that time of the year again! That’s right, time for Kizza to post on Fatloaf!
I can’t recall when I last posted, I believe it was some time in the early 15th Century. However, now I have a topic to discuss, and this is my outlet, so bear with me. Or don’t. I get paid either way.

Greetings, sports fans (and Bill). It has been a long, long time since I made my presence felt on here, mainly due to circumstances out of my control (never buy computers through Scooter. He’s evil. Evil I tell you. Either that, or don’t keep mice as pets in your computer case. I’m leaning towards the “Scott is evil” theory though).
But that’s neither here nor there.

So… Here it is. The story apparently none of you have been waiting for.
Read on for the lowdown on the Christmas Spectacular that was ‘The Mooks go Golfing’…