If someone asks you if you are lying, and you say “yes”, what does that mean?
Why is it the that the bubbles in the bath are always white no matter what colour the liquid was?
Who designs benches?
Does a horse ever get so hungry it could eat a horse?
13 comments June 20th, 2008
Some interesting comments were brought up yesterday about Fireman Sam:
1) You never see his brother or sister who are the parents of those irritating kids who follow him around? Have they left? Are they charvers? Or is it the simple fact that Sam is actually their real dad and there’s some scandal going down in Pontypandy?
2) There’s a lot of action that goes down in such a small Welsh village. Do you think that the fire service are deliberately causing accidents, like pushing Trevor down wells and messing with Norman’s skateboard, so that they have something to do?
3) An Italian restaurant in a small village anywhere, where the population looks about 15, would not survive. Is Bella using the local cats in her recipes or does she have some rich Mafia boss living elsewhere in the world who funds her failing business?
4) Fireman Sam is a young, fit (not my words), active person and yet he’s single. This doesn’t happen in everyday life. Does he drive into town every night for some “Night Lady Action” or does he “bat for the other side”?
Your comments please.
12 comments June 3rd, 2008
Now then my little monkeys.
I was thinking today about clever adverts. Some band, who are apparently called the Pigeon Detectives, have apparently got some poxy new album out, or something, at the moment. Who cares. Well, I care, not because their music is worth another second of my precious lifespan, but because the advertising for it is clever. OK, so they have billboard adverts around the place.
But this is the clever thing, you see. The album’s called “Emergency”. Emergency, right? So on my way to work yesterday, the railings of a building site I passed had this red and blue tape around it, blocking off holes and making it look like an accident scene. They said EMERGENCY and PIGEON DETECTIVES on them. “That”, I thought to myself, “is clever”.
The Mystery Jets had their logo sprayed on phone boxes near my work earlier in the year too, which is quite good, because it’s a weird plane thing with a question mark in it. So it is actually a mystery. See what they did there?
And apparently last night on Channel 4, Honda did an advert with skydivers spelling out the word ‘HONDA’ that was broadcast live. Flipping heck.
Brilliant. What other clever adverts are kicking around?
20 comments May 30th, 2008
Roll up! Roll up! Come one, come all…
Come in and enjoy the wonderful world of fruit based fascists, today I have great pleaseure to present you, the marvelous viewing public with…
Continue Reading 13 comments May 7th, 2008
It’s been pretty quiet round here lately, so what better to stoke up the discussion than another ever-popular Week of the Week? The last Week of the Week was, you might remember, slightly controversial because it discussed such a very well-known week. Well, as promised, this week’s Week of the Week will be a real undiscovered gem: a true prize week, but not as well known as most other weeks are.
This week’s Week of the Week is 20-26 November 1932.
Sunday 20 November 1932 – Wilbur A. Sawyer writes to his wife Margaret from Cape Town, saying: “The weather has been fine, cool except for a few hours in the afternoon.”
Monday 21 November 1932 – Following an explosion at Cardowan Colliery, Glasgow, on the 16th, the Scotsman reports that Shettleston Co-operative Society has donated £50 towards relief work.
Tuesday 22 November 1932 – T.E. Lawrence warns that “celibacy has its dangers!” in correspondence with G.W.M. Dunn.
Wednesday 23 November 1932 – In the Irish Dáil, Mr Anthony asks whether Mr Derrig is aware that the appointment of Mr Cornelius McGiff as school attendance officer has caused “a good deal of discussion in Cork City”.
Thursday 24 November 1932 – The FBI Scientific Crime Detection Laboratory opens in Washington, D.C.
Friday 25 November 1932 – Melbourne Cricket Club gives Tate his first outing. He bowls out New South Wales, scoring 4-63.
Saturday 26 November 1932 – There is a small amount of restrained celebration to mark the tenth anniversary of Howard Carter and Lord Carnarvon’s discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.
A bracing whirlwind of a week, I’m sure you will all agree – obscure but by no means dull.
18 comments April 9th, 2008
Hello and welcome to the modern world. As I write this I am 2hours into a 2hour and 25 minute journey to london to see Chris. I’m using my Work laptop and the free Wifi provided by National Express.
In the last 2 hours I have probably looked out of thw indow for about 5 minutes. I have spent the rest of the time surfing the internet and watching Life on Mars. My question to you is… Is that a good thing?
On one hand I have been thoroughly entertained, and have been using free electricity from the socket in the side of the train. On the other hand I have whizzed blissfully unaware past all the countryside of England without so much as a “wow look at that massive flock of starlings” or some such, and I definately havent spoken to any of my fellow passengers.
Is this the ultimate in modern living, or more likely is all this insular technology the reason that society as a whole (at least in the UK and other developed nations) is falling apart?
Serious thought over now… sorry for the interruption.
7 comments February 23rd, 2008
So I had a dream last night and I went with Friya to visit Ian.
We were surprised when we got there, because he hadn’t mentioned to us that he actually lived in a big blue prison in New York. So Friya went shopping and I went back to his cell (it was obviously quite a slack prison because they let him out for long walks) and I looked through all his drawers.
Then we went out again and on the way back in there was a wheelbarrow full of corn on the cob sitting in the corridor. Ian didn’t want to steal one, because it’s generally frowned upon for prisoners to do that, but I really wanted one so I stuck it in my trousers and we went back to the room. But Ian didn’t know I’d done it. Then I thought it would get him into trouble, so I went up a spiral staircase to a different floor (it was a boys floor -Â every other one was a girls floor – but luckily the spiral staircase I went up missed a floor on the way) and casually dropped the corn cob on the floor.
When I got back to the cell, it was full of prison wardens, and one evil woman (who was English despite this being a New York jail) was telling us off for laughing too much and reminding Ian that it was a five-strikes and you’re out policy. She pointed above the door, where someone had painted (in elaborate lettering) “One and a half strikes”.
Then I woke up.
6 comments January 14th, 2008
Hey, where’s the book that we all so lovingly (including Reuben) tore ourselves apart to complete when you visited? Is it not ready for scanning yet?
My loins are rumbling from the impendingness of it all.
16 comments November 26th, 2007
I use some words that I don’t actually know the meaning of. Or I vaguely know what they’re about but I couldn’t really explain it to you. Like…
SHEMP
or
PARADIGM
The first one seems to be something to do with a bad stand-in, in a movie, or something. If I call a bad actor a “shemp” it sometimes goes down well. Whereas you can say that someone whose opinions have changed has had a “paradigm shift”. I don’t know what the word means but I can use it.
By these means, and also with smoke and mirrors, I make myself look clever.
2 comments November 2nd, 2007
It’s nocturnal at the moment. Just after 3am kind of nocturnal. It’s got me thinking about the things you only ever do at night. Things like going to the toilet in the dark.
I am tired tonight and I want to go to bed. Unfortunately I will only be there in another 4 hours or so. Grrrr.
There’s nothing else I have to say so I’m going to make a list of interesting things going through my mind.
I’m going mad here.
7 comments October 13th, 2007