Tommy 2.0

    Who's been to the Coventry Conference? Ah yes, the fictional Coventry Conference, co-ordinated by the equally fictional Eric Hitchmough . A man whom I've never fictionally met, or even seen, yet know so much about. From his little withered hand, the wanking claw , to his signature catchphrase, ' I don't agree with that in the workplace !' Eric is... and that is what I want.    If I've lost you, I can only assume you're not quite the fan of The Office that I called for in the title of this post, or I'm not the writer that I think I am! Allow me to explain...    T he Office is the single greatest sitcom of all time, sure, so it makes sense for it's legion of fans to have a social outlet to congregate and quote the show to their heart's content. The Facebook group ' Do You Not Know Who ERIC HITCHMOUGH Is' ,  DYNKWEHI , provides such a platform.    With it's mix of quality quoting, imaginative imagery and creative commenting,

   London has literally been around forever. With a multitude of sights, sounds, smells and tastes, there's something for everyone. In the past month, I myself have begun to scratch the surface on weekends. Come forth and let me share my experiences. Or, if you want to know what it's really like, watch Love Actually .    My first jaunt was to a cinema so secret, it's called Secret Cinema . The date was Sunday 5th March, the film Moulin Rouge . For those unfamiliar with the concept, you while away an evening in a purpose built set, combining live action performances with a screening of the film in question. Nothing's secret really, as the film and location are provided beforehand. Presumably, this is so people aren't left wandering the streets, wondering what they've signed up for.    Photos are strictly forbidden, but I'd describe my venture to late 19th century Montmartre as boozy, magical and slightly embarrassing, when one of the actors tried to make

   Inspired by recent goings on in Camp Nou, Barcelona's majestic football stadium, I've tasked myself with listing and ranking the greatest comebacks of all time. Where does Barcelona's stunning comeback over Paris St Germain a fortnight ago stand? Let's find out.    Parameters are required, and I've decided to consider one comeback from each of the following fields: Football, Artists, Sayings, Clever Ideas and Shocking Movies, or FASCISM for short. Each entrant will be awarded a score out of 5, determining the greatest, and those I needn't have bothered mentioning.    I've found the time to do this, following my own recent comeback to working life coming to an abrupt end after only 10 days. Football 'Outrageous Celebrations' - Barcelona 6-1 Paris St Germain (Agg: 6-5) - 08/03/2017    Trailing 4-0 from the 1st leg, Barcelona had to do what no team had done before, except Dunfermline Athletic weirdly, and turn around a 4-goal defic

   Last week I was alerted to a Buzzfeed article, asking the reader to 'Meet The Man Who Stopped Thousands Of People Becoming HIV-Positive' . Imagine my surprise when, upon opening the article, I was left wondering if I had indeed already met the man, in the mirror!    As well as the familiar image catching my eye, a checklist accompanying the banner also got me questioning if it was indeed me. Homeless? Technically no, but I'm also not what you'd call a homeowner. Unemployed? At the time of reading the article, yes. Stopped Thousands Contracting HIV? Technically yes. By not having HIV, nor sleeping with thousands of people, I'd say I fit the criteria.    It soon became clear, once I'd navigated past the image, that the article wasn't about myself. It was actually about Greg Owen, predominantly referred to by his surname Owen; a homeless, unemployed, former sex worker, with a soft-Belfast accent. Had it been about me, I'd have loved the B

   Back in early Spring 2015 I inadvertently stumbled across a Twitter account, the likes of which I'd never seen before and have seldom seen since. The account in question,  @Sportproducertv , was a concoction of my 3 favourite things in the world; football, puns and an combination of football and puns.    I felt an instant attraction to the inventive TV show titles and equally whacky premises being served up. The fact it focused on football players, past or present, just added to the arousal of the inner geek in me.    BABBSTATION, submitted by @tompugh90, was a personal favourite of mine, a show in which ' ex-Liverpool defender Phil Babb answers your calls and gyrates for your pleasure '.    With the bar set high and my juices flowing, I whiled away a lazy Sunday afternoon dreaming up a 6-a-side teams worth of submissions. The fruits of my labour were thus: MILLS ON WHEELS: Danny Mills traces the history of the Ferris wheel, from its humble beginnings in 1

   In this post, I'll be discussing a unique and inspired sitcom idea that I had with my good friend, and South America travel companion, James.    The idea was conceived in the midst of a hellish 43 hour bus ride between Ecuador and Peru. Could we, two middle class fuddy-duddies, born and raised on separate sides of the Watford Gap, compose a piece about the second coming of Christ? Of course we could... The Plot Manchester, 1994* Following the demise of the Madchester scene, Chris Turley and Tony Digest, perennial party people, attempt to go cold turkey. Tony vigorously sticks to his abstinence, terrified of the repercussions of Mary, his girlfriend. Chris, however, struggles and it's not long until he's bouncing off the walls again in The Haçienda . With clarity restored (and coinciding with the much-anticipated release of The Stone Roses  Second Coming album), Tony begins to notice strange and mysterious similarities between Chris's life and th

   The time has come to put ink to quill, and subsequently quill to paper, metaphorically speaking. Now that Christmas, New Year's and Valentine's Day are out of the way, I can get back to where I left off in 2014. The last 745 days haven't passed without incident. Far from it... 2015 - I turned 28 - Took a trip to the land down under - Finally won employee of the month outright - Rode shotgun along The Autobahn - Lost my wallet on a train - Celebrated turning 28 1/2 - Bore witness to the magic of the FA Cup - Burnt a chocolate bar in a microwave - Hit up NYC 2016 - Turned 29 - Wrote a new poem (see below) - Failed to master Spanish - Voted 'Remain' - Explored South America - Spent a harrowing 43 hours on a single bus journey - Made it to 29 1/2 - Trekked Machu Picchu - Climbed Colca Canyon - Walked a Puma - Retrieved my stolen wallet in a nightclub (the replacement wallet to that mentioned above) - Expe