About
Jimmy Page’s Trousers began life, in common with many of these blog things, as a rant (you can see the original About page text below). Through some sort of digital evolution however, it has become a bit less ranty and a little more… erm… broad, I guess. Oh, I’ll still piss and moan about things - count on that - but I’ve mellowed slightly. Perhaps it’s old age. Perhaps, fatherhood has taken off the rough, splintered edges. Perhaps ranting was just an easy way to start this thing when I wasn’t really sure whether the non-angry bits of my life were worth posting (I realise that the implication that these bits are worth posting is a little vain but there you go).
Anyway, while I’m still pretty whingy and pissed-off, I’m also confident enough in my non-pissed-off side to let a little of that out occasionally. I hope that’s not too ‘radical’ for you. I hope that I’m not too much of a ‘maverick’. If so, I may tell you to ‘talk to the hand’. Well, that or fuck off. Probably fuck off.
The original (more angry) About page:
From Trousers HQ, located in the bustling nexus of industry, internet and inbreeding that is Dublin, Ireland, Jimmy Page’s Trousers broadcasts its sporadic messages of anger and confusion. Mostly anger. You see, lacking the sort of platform that someone like, say Larry David has to express his frustration with life’s little foibles, I’m off down the blog route.
Right. Let’s get something straight before we go on. There will be swearing. Quite likely a lot of it. There may also be some name-calling and the like. I should state up-front however, that I don’t have any particular prejudices against anyone except the idiots that seem to surround me. I won’t be out to abuse anyone on the basis of race, religion, sexuality or the like… Only because they’re a fucking moron. Or I just don’t like them. Seem fair?