My Google Reader account has 360 newsfeeds in it. As such, I’ve totally stopped reading the freesheet newspapers that are provided around the London Underground – the Metro, the London Lite, and The London Paper. Y’know… reading them hardly seems
Superhero, crimefighter, or some burke in lycra…
The ever wise and relevant Rob piped up on Facebook the other day with the age old question, prompted by the statement: “Captain America is the weakest of the super heroes”. The more astute of you will notice that that
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!)
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
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
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.
Have we done microfins yet? Oh, we have. What about a rain gauge?
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
Just when you thought the music industry had nowhere to sink to….
(Apologies in advance: this post largely concerns the Microsoft Songsmith meme, which I’ve only just found out about and am emailing at 1:03am because it seemed more important than sleep. If you’ve heard it all before then feel free to
It sounded so cool until she started speaking…
Recently in Londonist (one of my favourite blogs about most aspects of life in London for curious & interested people) and subsequently in other shards of the mainstream media I read about the “£22m squatters” – the story being that
Say to your barman, “A Pures!”
I’m always bewildered by the daily displays of outrage portrayed in the British press (although some papers are worse culrpits than others): today I’ve read about outrage over prisoners being given a standup comedy course, uproar over a topless photo