Archive for August, 2008

Friday, August 29th, 2008


En Paris. L’homme du moment.

Friday, August 22nd, 2008


A rheum with a vieu.
No minkeys in sight…

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

Hairy
A beard has appeared.
“Does it make me look weird?”
He feared.
Or will he be more revered after they’ve peered or sneered?
He’s cheered he persevered and the beard has not yet been sheared.
Yet.


Courtesy of laP comes a link to the wonder of Wordle. Paste in your RSS feed or any text or link you care to and it makes a pretty wordogram, emphasising your current obsessions, sort of. Melikey.

Sunday, August 17th, 2008

Recent goings on
During the recent bignjuicy interval you may, or may not, have noted the following:
Alternative health care Serbian style: “Would you like the herbal foot massage or the genocidal incarceration in a cow shed?” I’ll never look at my acupuncturist in quite the same way again.
Sophia (Estelle) is gone. I had an aunty who was more like Sophia than Sophia. The world needs more acerbity in its senior citizens.
How a man can make himself irresistible, “I want you now – you smell of manky old flowers and bumholes.”
Courtesy of those wacky dudes at Urinal.net I found out about the 8* mens bog underneath Trafalgar Square. It’s truly astounding – a vision in stainless steel and granite; makes you proud to be British. Why not try out the interactive international urinal map too? [I know]
Matt Baker [spiritual lovechild of John Noakes] actually has more credibility as a gymnastics commentator than as a doggy describer, having been a Junior British Gymnastics squad and a British sports acrobatics champion. Whodathowtit?

Unfortunately named Permanent Secretaries, of the Department for Business, Enterprise and Regulatory Reform of the United Kingdom Government no 1
Sir Brian Bender
[ I wonder if he’s related to Walter? ]

How you say?
Beijing.
Bay jing or Beigeing?

Thursday, August 14th, 2008
Cough. Ahem. Onemonthoff. Cough. Splutter. As I was saying, did you hear about the Tory wonks who suggested effectively abandoning ‘failed’ northern UK cities? Anyone with a modicum of talent is to be lured south to a radically expanded London. The remaining economic dregs of humanity will be grateful to have their terraced houses doubled in size by having the empty house next door given to them as a government gift and knocked thru. You couldn’t make it up. These clowns did. Tim Leunig [for it is he] looks especially wise doncha think?