Blackwood

Had the honour of queuing behind Richard Blackwood at the Tottenham Court road KFC the other day. After admiring the manner in which he rocked both a bluetooth headset and a boneless banquet box meal, I can confirm that Blackwood has retained all of the star quality that made him the hottest property on the planet in 2000. Post-KFC, I returned to work in order to catch my breath and indulge in a bit of snooping.

According to Wikipedia, these days our man Blackwood is working at Choice FM and suffers from depression(!) Personally, I think that it's a bit out of order that Wikipedia chose depression as one of the two salient characteristics which are to define present day Richard Blackwood. Surely there is more to Blackwood's existence than mournfully playing Beyonce records as he quietly weeps in the Choice FM studio (which by the way, can be the loneliest place on earth.)

Considering the gusto with which Blackwood consumed his sizable KFC meal, he hardly struck me as someone who is suffering the suppressed appetite and diminished libido symptomatic of clinical depression. No this was the virile, potent Blackwood who released the much loved 'Mama who da man'.

On an unrelated note, one of yesterday's visitors to the blog got here by googling "Nick Moran wanker". I thought this was an odd thing to google. Was someone hoping to stumble across a message board laden with anti Nick Moran sentiments? Or maybe it was Nick Moran himself, checking to see if the web still acknowledged his existence (if you're reading Nick, we're still thinking about you mate). The other unusual keyword search of the day was "my friend has big balls but no hair". I thought it was charming that someone was still felt it necessary to employ the "my friend has a problem..." routine, even whilst enjoying the relative anonymity of googling their embarassing ailment.