13 March 2011

15 Years Ago We Lost The Boys From London

In a pre-internet proliferation age, the death of two icons sadly happened just over 15 years ago, on 21st January 1996, and sadly the world did not seem to know.  This morning I learnt of the passing of Edem Ephraim and Dennis Fuller, better known as the London Boys, due to a drunk driver trying to overtake on the wrong side of the road in the Austrian Alps.  This Requiem is for you both.  Never gonna get enough...  In fact your album was the first album I ever bought (as a record obviously).  Let's hear about London Nights one more time...

11 March 2011

Question 17 On The Census Is Missing ... Or Is It?

The 2011 UK Survey is on its way out to every household in Britain and it seems Q17 is missing.  However according to this picture which was tweeted by Cherry Black through TwitPic, #Q17 is very much there and an easy one to answer (All of the above):

Why is everyone saying #Q17 on the Census form is blank?  on Twitpic

8 March 2011

Fast Car = No Respect For Emergency Services?

I've got a fast car, I'm gonna drive it anywhere... But I'm wondering if this person actually respects the Emergency Services? Or is he just pro-European and wants us to use 112?

6 March 2011

A Healthy, Sugar-Free 'Juice' Drink

For some reason Irn Bru is deciding to advertise in Scotland. England (through the Super League) I get, but Scotland? They've also decided to re-brand their Diet version to Sugar-Free, probably to make it clear it is the healthier option. Shame then that they use Scottish slang describing it as a 'can of juice'. What exactly did you juice (verb) to get that liquid, girders..? No wonder Scotland has health issues when the slang terms are being endorsed through advertising.

1 March 2011

My Long Vampire Weekend

Much has been made of my similarities with vampires, especially those in True Blood. According to an ex- of mine, my vampire-esqueness starts with me being a "cold, soul-less man who can suck the life out of anyone", and goes through to the bedroom, where apparently she would "feel a little prick twice in quick succession, hear me gasp and then I'd be satisfied". Anyway, I've now extended my vampire-like prowess to new levels this weekend, when I was "on Holiday" and I was sitting down "drinking Horchata" and explaining to a friend why I give "a f*ck about an Oxford Comma".