Just a really quick one (to save you having to read another 1700+ word rant on ill-informed bollards) – SCIENTISTS have proven that bacon sandwiches help you get over hangovers. Like, with molecules, and stuff. The story, from The Telegraph,
Guess the government here is recruiting lerts now too. Bring on the fridge magnets!
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!)
Cheesy dome
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
Three men of assorted nationalities walked into a public establishment
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
It’s not a particularly cromulent word, is it? It’s causing me some pericombobulations.
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
Pavlovian whining vis-a-vis the Countenance Journal
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
Weigh the anchor
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
Oh, I hated the Colonel… with his wee beady eyes…
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.
You don’t get a proper picture without the addition of “gaping”, really.
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
Misery tubes
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),