Critical Mass happens on the last Friday of the month in cities all over the world. I used to go on them, and when I remember which Friday is the last of the month I’ll do it again.
Of course, if you turn up to the regular New York Mass on the Friday before the Republican convention, the usually easy going NYPD will arrest the lot of you and throw you in “Little Gitmo”.
A wander around the employment agencies in the city centre helped me find Gaudi Cow. It also found me Moston Moo, but by that point the camera batteries had died.
Plus a few phonecam shots.
Happy memories of Tumbling Boxes (the naughtiest bits have been pixellated out, but still NSFW) and Debbie Does Dallas had me considering the addition of every American boy’s dream to the list– Make Love To A Cheerleader.
Just so long as it wasn’t George Bush.
Next time, I’m trading up to a supercomputer.
via GeekPress
Michael Moore is reporting from the Republican conference for USA Today. Today, an interview in the street with a man who is what’s known as a Republican In Name Only.
via BoingBoing
Give up the cigarettes, just go to Piccadilly and savour the fumes.
Ahem.
Well, at least I’m not alone.