I have read reams of comment pieces and watched hours of footage dedicated to the celebration of this wondrous occurrence, this life-altering experience, this brief encounter with the sublime, with each anecdote compounding my crushing sense of regret at having failed to watch the World Cup 2014 group draw live. And then I had an epiphany: perhaps, just maybe, perhaps I didn't actually miss much at all?
Has there ever been a murder mystery story quite so compelling as the Lord Lucan scandal? The reason this mystery continues to fascinate is not so much because of the tragic murder, but because we are still captivated by one single dominant question: what on earth happened to the Seventh Earl of Lucan?
The last few weeks have gone by in a blur, and like most people, I can't believe it's almost Christmas again already. Makes me want to reenact a scene from Will Ferrell in ELF, the best Christmas movie ever! Buddy: I'm singing! I'm in a store and I'm singing! I'm in a store, AND I'M SINGIIIIING! I was so excited when the Christmas lights went up on Oxford Street. But my god the amount of people that are doing their Christmas shopping is immense. I can see why - the stores you guys have over here are pretty awesome. I'm tempted to muck in and get shopping as well!