If you've ever read a magazine or been on the internet before you are familiar with lists. Magazines often have whole sections reserved for a number of inane lists from dating tips to best ways to grill salmon. Put the magazine down and go on the internet and "Hey my friend here is letting me know what five people he would like on his side if zombies attacked! I can't wait to have this information in my head now". Does the blame lay with Maxim or with Nick Hornby?
There really are no good lists. Imagine the number of assholes on any given guest list at any time; from the guy from Weymouth who won tickets on the radio to the horn rimmed duder who is already writing the bad review for his blog in his head before he even gets in the club.
Grocery Lists? The "ooh I think I struck gold" of lists. If you're like me, anytime you see a piece of paper on the ground you pick it up hoping it's some juicy personal letter, or a number of ATM pin numbers. More often than not though it's a boring piece of paper with five words on it: soap, milk, eggs, ham, soda. A blank piece of paper would have been more exciting. Even lists of demands bad guys write are boring.
Lists, no doubt, are on the list.
There really are no good lists. Imagine the number of assholes on any given guest list at any time; from the guy from Weymouth who won tickets on the radio to the horn rimmed duder who is already writing the bad review for his blog in his head before he even gets in the club.
Grocery Lists? The "ooh I think I struck gold" of lists. If you're like me, anytime you see a piece of paper on the ground you pick it up hoping it's some juicy personal letter, or a number of ATM pin numbers. More often than not though it's a boring piece of paper with five words on it: soap, milk, eggs, ham, soda. A blank piece of paper would have been more exciting. Even lists of demands bad guys write are boring.
Lists, no doubt, are on the list.
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