We are self-confessed culture-addicts.
Sounds fun, does it? Believe us, it’s not a good thing.
We’re furious hunters and collectors. Our mp3 collections are disgustingly oversized. Amazon has an extra warehouse just for the likes of us. Don’t even get us started on Vinyl. We’ve had our kitchens removed just to make extra space for the piles of musical plastic we refuse to have pried from our cold, media-grubbing hands. We don’t do car boot sales – unless it’s to BUY even more stuff to ram into our closets and make-shift storage spaces in our hopelessly cluttered apartments. Any day now we’re going to have to start living in grotty Bed & Breakfasts just so we can finally store our DVDs in that nice square space we used to call “the bed.”
See that? That's where we used to have something called a "living room"
And when the internet came along, well that was to us like taking a recovering heroin addict and making him shower in the white powder he had until so recently hoped wouldn’t invade his life again. That was until you grabbed him from that bus stop, bundled him into your unmarked van and brought him home to your kitchenless house for his heroin bath. He’ll look back one day and laugh.
One day when the shaking has stopped and he can once again remember his name and find his way home.
We’re the sort of people who corner you at parties and prate on about the latest, greatest music, film and web discoveries that have made our lives so much more illuminated until you’re bored to tears by our EnthusiGasm. Our hope in maintaining this site is that we can get that babbling out of our system here so you can enjoy your vol-au-vents in peace.
Life is a party, after all.
Photo under CC license by Jem Stone
