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Leaving aside momentarily the whole issue of me being a mavericky fugitive type for taking a photograph in the Underground*: the other day whilst waiting for the usual 3 or 4 minutes until the next train (I love this town!) I spied this particularly unctuous poster, which I hadn’t seen before. For the benefit of…
Silly fundraisers are yet another one of the things in my ever-growing list of things to be cynical about, however that’s not to say I don’t support my friends when they get involved in them. Recently my learned colleague, expert photogtapher Matt Carty (disclaimer: I have seen photographs he’s taken of experts in the past)…
I suspect I need to be careful how I go about phrasing this, so as a preamble – if you could endeavour to interpret this post mainly as bewildered head scratching and attempting to come to grips with something I’m just not getting the hang of, rather than an outraged “I can’t believe it, what…
Methinks I’ve just been hosed in a game of Facebook Scrabble… errm, sorry, LEXULOUS. I’m all for winning word games using words that sound a bit unlikely, or are a bit on the bizarre side. You can typically tell these ones because you get an exchange which includes the phrase “it’s a type of”, e.g….
OK, so for this post to be interesting, you’d probably have to be familiar with Facebook, and Twitter. Cos we’re so Web 2.0 here at Humpy Towers. And I’m going to assume that you are too. Facebook has just introduced a new layout, and judging by peoples’ recent comments (where “people” == “my Facebook friends”)…
On Saturday afternoon (about a month ago now) when Housemate James & I returned from our mission to Essex, we got into Liverpool Street Station and thought, “We’re in no particular hurry – lets wander about and have a look at some of the buildings in The City, for a change”. So we did. It’s…
This evening I went against my better judgement and, after alighting from the bus from Oxford in a state of extreme peckishness (at 10:30 on a Sunday night), thought I’d pop in to KFC for a bit of quick grub. In “So I Married An Axe Murderer” Mike Myers utters the question “How could you…
Whilst skimming over my site stats recently and seeing what the hottest keywords that mistakenly send people here at the moment are, I couldn’t help but notice that in the middle of the pack for this month have been a few visits for folks seeking out webpages featuring the phrase “gaping anus”. Finding this hilarious,…
There’s something intrinsically depressing about British trains, I think. From the second you step on them you’re predestined for a gladiatorial territory dispute for a seat (frustration level adjusted based on whether you’ve paid for one in advance or not), and if/once your temporary empire is established, there’s always the lurking question as to whether…
There hasn’t been a good razor-related marketing whinge on this blog in a while, so whilst combing through the back catalogue of emails that’s built up in my inbox over the past week I’m extremely surprised and shocked that I didn’t pounce on Toby‘s message regarding the new-if-inevitable offering by shaving boffins Gillette, in the…