Does Zooey Deschanel fantasise about herself when she can’t sleep?

It’s 3.43am and contrary to my earlier predictions this evening, I’m apparently still wide awake.  I’ve tried all the obvious remedies – warm milk, reading, valium and sweet, sweet dreams of my eternal girl crush Zooey… all to no effect.
This is not a new phenomenon to me.  Usually it succeeds a hatred for my job, [...]

Have I Offended You Yet? No? Well, let’s remedy that!

I’ve always held the belief that I’m un-offendable.  Clearly this is patently untrue.  What I mean is, if you tell a dirty joke, or say a rude word, I’m laughin’ mister!  Presuming it’s actually funny of course.  Although anything about boobs, bottoms (both front and back) or poo is really a gimme… the inherent comedy is [...]

Luke Davies is the Shit

So I have this ridiculous habit of forming obsessive crushes on writers, film-makers, singers, musicians etc. And these crushes are not limited to the end product, or the artistic endeavour itself. No, no, it extends to the person actually producing the work. Call it vicarious creativity or something.
Em & I went to a ra-ra Book [...]