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Good Work Fellas

Today’s GWF award (that will probably only mean anything to men around my age who used to read Loaded) goes to the sixth year of Banchory Academy in Aberdeenshire, who managed to get themselves sent home collectively on their last day of term for turfing their common room.
Personally I think this shows more use of [...]

Give It Away

I had a chair.
It was a huge great black reclining job from Ikea, the Valhalla of household goods, and for a couple of years I loved it. I say reclining, it just had an extendable footrest that lifted up when you yanked the lever, a but like Joey and Chandler’s chairs in Friends.
But then I [...]

“Falling Down” moment approaching re petrol prices

As always, the Daily Mash brings us the straight dope:
OIL company executives were last night heading to undisclosed locations amid speculation that consumers were about to make the link between high petrol prices and corporate profits.
I expect they worked really hard to get where they are though. You know, good on ‘em.

No, wait… AAARGH. FETCH [...]

Ahahahahahahahahahahaha

The banks are fucked.
There are simply no words to describe how much I am going to enjoy fucking them.
I could literally not agree more. Speaking as someone who got fucked by Barclays on a monthly basis, but then successfully got ~£1300 back from them, let me say this to all who wish to do the [...]

The End of Civilisation As We Know It

“Mobile phone calls will be allowed on planes flying in European airspace under new European Commission rules.”
FUCK.
That’s it, no more European flights for me, ever.
–c.

Car Help Needed

A couple of weeks ago I bought a second-hand Honda Civic, and it looks like the guy saw me coming.
When I got home it was overheating, and having the thermostat replaced hasn’t fixed the problem. The local guy who did the thermostat job reckons it’s the head gasket, and reckons I’m in for about £600-700 [...]

RIP Jeff Healey

Ah, fuck.
“Canadian blues guitarist Jeff Healey dies at 41.”
See you when I get there, Jeff, though I may be late.
–c.

Oh really?

Apparently Barack Obama is your new bicycle.
That’s all very well, but Fidel Castro is fluent in the language of love.
You heard it here first.
–c.