The Privy Counsel (A Bog Blog)

We trust that everyone has had their annual Christmas bath and is now comfortable, clean, and drunk. Now that Christmas is to all in...

You know how, some days, the only combination of words that accurately describes one's existence is Tod und Verzweiflung ? Today , howe...

As you may suspect, the Privy Counsel picture archive is a total fucking mess. (Read all about the pheasant situation here and here .) The...

Things tend to be rather hectic at the Privy Counsel. Moving through life at breakneck speed while being rampantly intellectual, we don...

As regular readers are aware, we have a hoard. A hoard not of dragon gold, but of fabulous toilet pictures from German Friend . We go round...

Our habit of posting pictures of persons tending to their hygiene in a positive, informative way has rendered us susceptible to piques. On...

What? Christmas? When? How? Gaaah! Once again , we find ourselves unprepared for the onslaught of seasonal festivity, due to our rather to...

Have you noticed it too? The heavy feeling of dread? The cold crawling into one's flannel undergarments, faster than a crab louse on sp...

Is there anything more suitable, on a hungover Sunday spent in the grips of a dark, sardonic mood, and in expectation of an actual hurrican...

 We don't know if there's a heatwave where you are, but Privy Counsel HQ is fairly sweltering. We can't sleep, and people have ...

Ho-hum. Here we were, trying primarily to a) relax and CTFD, but getting increasingly anxious and resorting to b) getting some sodding work...

Some days start out being execrably foul then unaccountably do a 180 and end up being stupendously smashing! All it takes is a free lunch, ...

Hurrah! Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, for, though today is but an ordinary crappy Tuesday, it is also a day of Uzbek toilets! Hurrahhurrahhurr...

The saga of the Uzbek toilets continues! We'd love to pretend that we've learned some polite Uzbek phrases to mark the occasion, bu...