I just got done watching ‘What We Do Is Secret’, the movie about one of my favourite bands: the Germs. It kinda blew.

There are many, many great documentaries on bands and music that I love. For some reason whenever they attempt to make a movie about a band they seem to lose the plot. Perhaps musicians and music scenes just aren’t that interesting unless you’re there.

And before anyone shouts about ‘Sid and Nancy’, I challenge you to watch that movie now. It absolutely ruled when I was 13. I watched it again last year and despite Gary Oldman’s creepy and spot-on personification of Sid, the movie sucked.

Is there a good punk rock movie out there that isn’t a documentary? Seriously, I really want to watch one.

There seems to be a lot of coverage on the news about a job transition, sadly mine seems to be overlooked. George W. Bush and I have a few things in common; we both have the same middle initial and we both left our jobs on the same day. The differences are that nobody calls me Dubya and my approval ratings at work are higher. I have less in common with Obama, but we will both be starting new jobs.

I’m moving on and I’m quite excited to do so. I’m really looking forward to the new opportunity I have.

As a proper farewell I and my coworkers went to a pub for some drinks at lunch time. The pub is near a jewellery store which happened at that moment, 1pm on a Tuesday afternoon, to be raided. Three men wearing balaclavas and wielding sledge hammers broke the windows and gathered up some bling before taking off in a Mercedes. I wasn’t a direct witness as I was a block away but one told my Creative Director to “Get the fuck away” while swinging a hammer. Apparently he was quite convincing.

Marlow always seemed such a quaint little village in Buckinghamshire. I am happy to return to the safety of East London and looking forward to my new job.

Coffee is one of the wonders of civilisation but there is always some buzzkill trying to find ways to make it scary. Now too much caffeine might induce hallucinations. I doubt this will deter us hardcore addicts; indeed it might open up a new market for Amsterdam coffee shops.

To be honest, I don’t put much stock in this. I drink loads of coffee and didn’t notice anything too unusual on the way to work.

After Johnny shilling butter it’s about time another punk got a piece of the pie. Carnival Cruise lines has already used Iggy’s drug fueled anthem to sell cruises to pensioners and families but now Swiftcover uses the man himself to sell… insurance.

Sadly with the death of Stooges guitarist, Ron Asheton, insurance policies are probably something Iggy actually is thinking about.