Because if sitcoms are allowed to do hastily cobbled together 'best of' episodes, then I'm allowed to do an end of year best of. That alright?
My good friend James Tite showed me one of the more interesting job recommendations he's had from the Job Centre's computers-- a telephone psychic:
You may recall that I recently sent the Customer Care Team at Boots a photo of my shredded up Boots Card, in protest against their well-documented tax avoidance strategies. Well, I received a reply...
Longtime readers of this blog (if such an entity exists) may remember some pieces I wrote about Trev and Wendy, some 'mediums' whose performance I went to see in a local cafe. It looks like my blogs haven't put them off coming again though, as their poster was recently put up again in that very same cafe.
You know those two faces that make the vase? How when you finally see the full picture it's very difficult to see what you originally saw? I have one of them. For years I was convinced that on the KFC logo, Colonel Sanders had a huge head and a stick man's body
My relationship with football is a complicated one. Well, it's not actually complicated at all. I just don't like it, end of. But instead of the usual Angry Flat Cap formula, which amounts to 'a is shit because of X, Y, and Z. Fuckfuckfuck. Pisspisspiss. Fuckpiss', I'm instead going to tell you about the extraordinary lengths I that went to to convince other people that I liked football...
Today I'm going to go all aspiring novelist on you and present a story I've written. The first story I've written in six years, no less. Don't expect anything much. It's a story about what would happen if you had to use an iPhone in a life or death situation.
For tonight's dose of Flat Cap, I've made a video. I found a montage on the BBC website depicting the rise to power of liar extraordinaire, Nick Clegg. I then combined this with one of the more sinister tracks on Hans Zimmer's score for Inception. The result is terrifying/hilarious in equal measure.
Having been a computer user for the last 13 years, I'm used to software overselling itself. But never have I seen such an overt and ridiculous example as the one I'm going to share with you today. This example comes from none other than Hotmail.
Monsters is set in an alternative now, where 6 years ago we found extra-terrestrial life in our own solar system. We sent stuff into space to check it out. When said stuff returned, crash-landing in New Mexico, it had brought with it some aliens. That then set about killing us. Most of Mexico is declared […]