Simon Say’s

I’m back. Did you miss me? No? I didn’t think so. If it’s any consolation I haven’t missed you either. But now that Big Brother’s finished, I’ve got nothing to talk about with people anymore. Nothing to distract my mind from those...

Simon Say’s

It could be concluded from some of the previous Simon’s that I am an abrupt fascist, who bases hate filled judgements on empty stereotypes, showering fat strands of contempt on anyone and anything that rears it’s head at the wrong moment, whilst contributing nothing...

Simon Say’s

Sorry about the extended absence. You can consider it a sabbatical, as I’ve been absorbed in my new work. A column for Eye on Kings Heath. Understandably as readers of Eye On Moseley, you will more than likely never have heard of Eye On Kings Heath. Those of you who...

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(I have had a glimpse of the future…) Robbie Williams, secretly amazed that he seems to be able to do anything he wants AND still get paid a fortune decides to put the general public to test. He sets about recording an album called “Inside Me”. He has a number of...

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If I spot one more fresh faced wanker with spiky hair, brand new trainers and a t-shirt (or other top) with “Cuba” or any sort of number on the front, I’m going to fucking kill them. And that applies to your top to toe denim girlfriend as well. What is wrong with...

Simon Say’s

Bon Marche! I hope I find you all settled wearily in front of your monitors, the cold glare of cathode rays bouncing off your glazed eyes. I also hope that I can bring some measure of cheer to you, my readers, as you tighten, tighten, tighten your grip on the arms of...