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There was a parcel for me in building reception yesterday. I wasn’t sure what it might be, cos I haven’t ordered anything in a while so far as memory serves. The desk-lady reached under the desk and produced a box, and profferred it to me. You know how you suddenly know what a box is…
Recently on BoingBoing (an excellent blog I read on a regular basis) there was a story featured which really reached out to me – in Caledon, Ontario lives a little boy named Sam Spiteri. Sam’s 3 years old, and has spastic quadriplegic cerebral palsy – meaning that among other things, he’s unable to crawl or…
During our 5 day self-guided wander around various parts of Europe, K & I thought that it might be fun to do the obligatory visit to a place with a rude name. It was a bit of an afterthought, admittedly, and not one which we explored with much diligence. In fact, the extent of our…
Ebay is (arguably, was) the most brilliant thing ever. Providing a global boundaryless marketplace where you can drift around looking for the most unlikely stuff… quite what prompts me to look for half of this shite, I couldn’t tell you – however among some of the gems I’ve acquired are an incomplete set of A…
Completing a Scandinavian triple-play on jasonbstanding.com I thought I’d share this little gem (yes, it’s a lot of blogging for one day, but that Copenhagen epic has been obstructing the flow in here for a couple of weeks): as many of you will know I’m a massive fan of the Radio 4 programme, I’m Sorry…
As festive season closes in around us, it’s worth mentioning my favourite civic fixture of the Scandinavian winter calendar – Sweden’s Gävle goat. As the name suggests, it’s a giant goat, and it’s built (this is the cunning part) in the town of Gävle. This is the 42nd time the goat has been erected, and…
Now, why would anyone in their right mind go to Scandinavia for a “lads’ weekend”? When any occasion is prefixed with “lads’”, it is transformed into a vision of a scabby darkened room where a bunch of boisterous blokes pissed on whatever third-rate warm swill that happens to be for sale in that darkened room…
December 1st. Movember‘s over for another year, and thanks to everyone’s generous donations my ‘tache has nudged a healthy £353.06 in the direction of The Prostate Cancer Charity. Once it hit the £250 mark I knew that simply cultivating a lip-slug wasn’t going to be sufficient, and decided to take it to the next level. …
I’m sure there must be a way of connecting yesterday’s news story “London exodus as Australians return home for jobs and sun” with last week’s somewhat heavily hyperbolised headline, “Aussie sperm floods UK” (making it hyper-bollock, rather than hyperbolic). That’s right, they’re pleading for Australians to stay in London, even though there’s scientific evidence that…
The trouble with being prodigiously hirsute is that after a relatively short interval of not shaving, one’s moustache loses definition – this simply won’t do, of course, and is why I had to find a moustache expert up to the lofty task of cultivating my top-lip masterpiece back to its glorious prominence. Previous experiments in…