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The Bloke: Time to harness the power of 2013

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 09:41:40 GMT

THERE comes a point in your life when you realise you must be getting on a bit because the march of technology has suddenly, and without any prior warning, left you floundering in its wake.

The Bloke: This summer’s going to be a good one

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 10:00:40 GMT

I HAVE a feeling this summer’s going to be a good one. I’m not talking weather – we all know that’s surely a miracle too far – but cricket.

The Bloke: There’s really no pleasant way to say this

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 09:40:51 GMT

MUCH of the talk in The Bloke’s household at the moment – and there’s really no pleasant way to say this – revolves around the toilet.

The Bloke: Miscalculated the twins’ diet

Tue, 28 May 2013 11:18:57 GMT

I CAN’T help but feel that we’ve miscalculated slightly when it comes to the twins’ diet.

The Bloke: Fast approaching middle age

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:36:04 GMT

FUNNY, isn’t it, how the general perception of someone can change in what seems like the blink of an eye?

The Bloke: The survey that caught my eye

Mon, 13 May 2013 14:18:42 GMT

A survey caught my eye the other week. It was the one which showed that “just” (the survey’s word, not mine) one in 10 married men do as much housework as their wives.

The Bloke: Sunning myself in Kauai

Tue, 07 May 2013 10:04:20 GMT

IN their monster early 90s smash Sit Down, a song awash with enough pseudo hippy nonsense to ensure all the girls at our school got into them at the precise moment all the lads decided they were cack, Manc indie makeweights James at least hit the nail on the head on one thing.

The Bloke: Talking at people at about 400 miles an hour

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 09:43:03 GMT

Hi, my name’s Charlie Brooker and I’m a kind of TV pundit-cum-journalism

The Bloke: Dramatic step of eating outside

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 09:36:58 GMT

Apparently it’s spring. I know this because for the first time in months there isn’t any snow on the ground and when I walk outside it no longer feels as though I’ve opened the lid of a giant chest freezer and gamely clambered inside.