Tommy 2.0

...was the strange demand I thought I heard today, as I walked past a rabble of hoodlums on my way to the Co-op to buy a pre-packaged sandwich for work tomorrow. "OK" I replied nervously, without really considering if I either wanted to or had the time. What followed was a more aggressive "Do another fucking blog post!", from a knife-wielding member of the group. It was at this point I realised I had my headphones in and couldn't make out what they'd actually been saying. I quickened my pace, in fear I'd misread the situation completely and they were high and wanted to sexually abuse me. Given that my blog only has 4 followers it is likely they were talking about something else entirely, but the thought of doing another post had been implanted and as I walked a different route home it was all I could think about. I recalled foolishly mentioning in my my last post that I'd review Potdog , the bunless hotdog, and also create my very own alternati...

...is Tommy Greatrex then, really? In one way or another I've been asking myself this question all my life, yet still I find myself nowhere near an answer. If, for some reason, you've read either of my first two blog posts* you're probably just as confused as I am. Based on what I've been told at various times in my life, by different people who may or may not have liked me, I sometimes vaguely  look a bit like ' ginger ' and ' not so ginger ' celebrities. Out of all this hearsay I've created a sliding scale that I like to call  The sliding scale of Tommy Greatrex-ness. See Exhibit 1A. Originally existing solely in my mind, the sliding scale allows me to plot my physical appearance and current state of mind twofold: 1) How ginger I feel in myself (flowing from left to right)  2) How stressed I feel with life (flowing from the outside in) To save any confusion, as it can be a bit of a mindbender , the scale can be seen in a physi...