AK47, as he calls himself, has removed a Tracy Emin pink neon sign called Just Love Me from outside the Hackney Empire theatre in east London…….he said: “It’s the tackiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s just held together by a few nails. No joiner would let it out of his workshop.”
Yesterday I was pondering getting a real live cow and leaving it in a pen in Piccadilly Gardens. But I decided it would be cruel because it would confuse the Scallies too much.
Yahoo has upped the available space on its free webmail in an attempt to take on Gmail. I now have 100 megs on my Yahoo mail, which would be nice if the shock hadn’t slowed the system right down to a crawl.
I still have a Gmail accouint to give away. Who wants it? I’m open to bribery or begging letters.
I was in Cumbria when the Manchester bomb went off, but I heard a lot of stories from people who were in town when it happened.
The cows are out in force. I’d have more pictures, but the batteries died on my camera.
Just a thought, but how many of the cars flying those silly flag things were actually built in this country?
I know that a few foreign brands have factories in Britain, so it’s not as bad as it at first seems, but still…..
Weebls-stuff.com have much wonderful stuff, in particular the Kenya cartoon (NSFW cos you need the sound on) which, for no good reason appeals to me deeply.
Someone felt the need to do a live action version of Kenya. Very, very silly.
(Courtesy of the fiddly pee community on LiveJournal, where people challenge each other to do very silly challenges to win fiddly pee. Which also deserves blogging.)
It’s good that, with a deadline looming, I can finally get my arse in gear and get work done.
I just wish I could self motivate before having to do everything last minute.
Just finished the last Photoshop project. I’d like to put more elements in there, but I ran out of time.
Arse! The last thing you need whilst rushing to get something done by a deadline (that requires colour printing) is for the colour cartridge to suddenly not do yellow. Just imagine what this looks like without yellow.
It looks like the bosses at Manchester Airport have been reading up on the tax breaks for cyclists.
Cow Parade starts today. Ickle pointed out the Cowparade map, and now I have a copy I’m going to try and find all 150 and get photos of them for the gallery.
Recycled cardboard, drug rehabilitation and one of the world’s most expensive luxury foods. Quite an interesting combination.
The Mekon
No no no no no. I should be Mr Darcy, dammit. And I thought that before I discovered who he’d be starring alongside….. It’s number 69 of my Hundred Things to do a Firth/ Darcy out of Lyme Park lake, for goodness sake. (Is the next Bank Holiday okay with everyone?)
The D-Day memorials, as all these things do, brought a lump to my throat when I thought about the sacrifice of those years. This article in the Guardian has a timely reminder that even more soldiers, on both sides, died in Russia and Eastern Europe.
(The Eastern Front, Stalingrad, Enemy at the Gates [Two very different films about the battle for Stalingrad.])
Next week on Big Brother, the housemates have some new arrivals- a company of US Army Reservists. What the contestants don’t know is that the soldiers have been told they’re all Iraqi prisoners.
I just overheard a bit of the programme. As far as I can tell, the plan is to destroy the minds of the people stupid enough to take part for the entertainment of the people sad enough to watch.
A good resource for strange planes. It doesn’t have much information about the Twin Hotspur, though. I have one Hotspur kit, which was very cheap, and I think I’d like to get another one and build the Twin.
A study has found that more money doesn’t necessarily mean more sex. Though more sex does mean more happiness. Maybe.
While higher frequency of sex was associated with higher levels of happiness, the researchers said the cause and effects were unclear: “Working out whether sex causes happiness or causality runs in the reverse direction will be particularly difficult here,” they said.
A Doncaster slum has been rescued from decay by housing asylum seekers and refugees there.
Boarded-up properties are now comfortable homes, crime has plunged and house prices have nearly doubled in five years since they began moving in.
