People sometimes say to me, “Hey Sam, why do you describe yourself as a domesticated badass? What does that even mean?” It’s a fair question and given the fact that I subtitle this page as the home of domesticated badass I believe it warrants further information. Insert the rest of “Domesticated Badass Introduction” » into your cortex

Reprints of three seperate MSN Messenger conversations.
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The British government are, once again, bleating on about binge drinking and coming up with new and innovative means of stopping it. Insert the rest of “Drink!” » into your cortex

People sometimes ask me “hey Sam, did you ever get a result from any of the consumer queries you sent?” because, clearly, they know I am the consumer champion for the modern generation. So without further ado, I give you the results. Prepare your mindbossoms to be underwhelmed! Insert the rest of “Sam vs All – The results” » into your cortex

Could be that I am simply getting old. Actually, I’m definitely getting old but that’s beside the point my argument is still pretty solid – what the hell happened to the future?
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If you know me, which you probably do, you’ll be more than aware of my affinity for games of a management nature. Whether it’s taking the Carthaginians to glory in the latest iteration of Civilization or pondering for hours over whether to play 442 again in Football Manager I’m never happier when confronted by a spreadsheet masquerading as a game.
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If you’ve met me, and you may well have done so, you’ll know me by my sunny disposition, snappy wardrobe, vertical hair and constant consumption of various stimulants that make me awesome. Indeed I was often advertised for my end of the pier show with the slogan “a smile, a song, a faint smell of Marlboro”. Well those days are over kids. I’ve quit. So naturally I wrote to Philip Morris to let them know.
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I hit upon the idea to confront perpetrators of heinous advertising very easily – they create a horrible ad and I go for the very obvious jugular. So far, business as usual. Sometimes however I go chasing some heinous advertising and find that it gets worse as I go looking for the “contact us” link on the website. (I do link to the advert, sorry in advance.)
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Shoes are important. They are delightful extensions of your very soul. They change your mood. They can be both a weapon and fuzzy comfort. They bring you endless happiness and never once do they drunk call you or want a lift to the station at 6am.

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I should first point out that I don’t have anything against mobile phone companies, far from it, I applaud the tenacity with which they’re getting filthy stinking rich off an industry that didn’t exist 15 years ago. This time around I’m looking to hook up my ever growing children with their first phones.
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