One of the great social landmines in the UK coincides with something done nearly every day – the sharing of food. For some reason it’s looked upon as a great taboo to take the last piece or slice of anything.
In which Jason tries out his new toy, and muses upon a bit of social commentary…
The beauty of having a special pen that scans your handwriting as you go is that you can jot down stuff anywhere, as you think of it. Provided anyone can decipher your terrible handwriting…
Advertising WTF: they might as well belt us around the head with planks and shout “YOU ARE DUMB. BUY OUR STUFF.”
Just a quick bit of morning incredulousness today – whilst half-listening to the radio (Five Live, for reasons to be explained separately) an ad came on featuring a made-up scene where one man is describing to his friend the benefits
Now he’s up above my head. Hanging by a little thread.
Spiders and I have a bit of a non-agression pact going currently. It wasn’t always this way, but then in Australia they’re usually going into the argument a little better equipped. It started when I was about 8 or 9,
Pardon me, is that an Afghan melon?
A new coffee vendor has opened up around the corner from the office. In light of the fact that Mystery Sandwich Girl has now been verified as an utterly unsuitable pursuit (she smokes, doesn’t drink, and she obsessively enjoys Dan
Mmm… Contrasty…
Hello Dolly isn’t typically the kind of musical I’d embrace, in my jaded old age – written in the 1960s, it very much embodies the fanciful & superficially wholesome stereotypical thing which kinda irritates me about the entire genre. You
Lookie likey
A comment on my previous post (from Wurst, who I gather breezed in from Stonch’s Beer Blog) brought up the turbulent topic of celebrity lookalike-ness. He asserted that I looked like “a cross between Jaz Coleman and that singer who
The open button
I know what this is for. Admittedly, it’s not quite what everybody thinks it’s for. However I refuse to believe that the situation is shrouded in so much mystery that people can misinterpret what is going on. Yes, it’s a
Err… is there a punchline to this?
I am not a financial genius. Perhaps someone else could point out the selling point here for me? Whilst standing in the queue around the corner from work to get some cash out this morning (because my normal ATM is
Nine hundred bottles of beer on the wall, nine hundred bottles of beer…
I’m sure the plodding count of my Facebook collection is completely riveting reading for all concerned, but it seems a shame to have celebrated reaching 800, to then let 900 paddle past without mention. So firstly, congrats to Sam Brooke,