Saturday, June 30, 2007

Obviously, this is all a very serious business indeed - if not one that London has ever been a stranger too.

But that's not to say there isn't anything delicious to be found; I love the fact that there is more than a bit of idiosyncratic Britishness about all this. And I quote:

"The second car, containing similar lethal materials, was given a parking ticket at 2.30am before being towed to a car park in Park Lane, central London"

I love the fact that the highly lethal exploding car was given a parking ticket and towed away. Thank buggery whichever brand of terrorist it was can't parallel park. Traffic wardens could be our best front line defence. Put two-fifths of an inch of tyre out of place in this town and they'll be a ticket on your windscreen faster than those scary angel things in the Doctor Who episode Blink*.

Not that I can drive.

Anyway - the real reason behind the imminent threat is much more reasonable. Oh those artistic types.

* Talking of which, saw a genuinely v creepy episode of The Avengers late last night called The Joker. We was well shitted up at one stage, let me tell you...

Friday, June 29, 2007

Adventures on YouTube: The last before the UK public smoking ban!

Students of Cambridge, you clearly have a LOT of time on your hands...


All Bad Touches (Come to an End) - by Norwegian Recycling


...and this one is good too:


Very clever. Take ten points.


On the 'mashup' theme, I would buy this:


I was soooo chuffed as a wee nipper when I got this on 7" single. Video budget? 34p. Brilliant.


Telebugs! Remeber they used to have a model robot one in Number 73...?

Thursday, June 28, 2007

French letters*

Hot. Damn.

The Times** had a feature this week misleading entitled 'The Greatest Letters of All Time'.

Hmmm. Bit dubious so far;*** the one from Oscar Wilde essentially boils down to 'thanks for the presensent. Ta v much. Say hi to hubby.' Not even very lyrically, elegantly nor wittily. Maybe he was having a bad day.

ANYWAY. The one that really caught my attention was from dear ol' Napoleon Bonaparte. I can't find it on their webiste (the fools!), but I copy it below. It's written to Joséphine after what must have been the mother of all rows during preparations for their marriage:

"So you thought that I did not love you for yourself! For what, then? Oh Madame, did you really think this? Could such an unworthy feeling have been conceived by such a pure spirit? I am still astonished at it, but less however than at the feeling which on my awakening brings me back to your feet, without resentment and without willpower. It is certainly impossible to be weaker or futher abased. What then is your strange power, incomparable Josephine? One of your thoughts poisons my life, tears my soul apart... but a stronger feeling, a less sensitive mood, takes hold of me, draws me back and rules me again as if I were guilty. I truly feel that if we quarrel I should close my heart.. And you mio dolce amor - Have you spared me even two thoughts?!!! I kiss you three times, once on your heart, once on your lips and once on your eyes."

PHWOAR! Just a little bit dead sexy!! Even if, like me, Bonaparte ggets a bit happy with the exclamation marks. But honestly:

"I kiss you three times, once on your heart, once on your lips and once on your eyes."

Cor blimey, we say. Shame about the divorce really.

I don't get nearly enough mail like this. I mean if they started this sort of stuff in my mobile phone bill I might pay the thing a damn sight quicker.

Pashing on!


* Fnar fnar fnar...
** We do sometimes do centre-right news media here on Further Adventures. Get us.
** I'm really into semi-colons at the moment. Bear with me.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

"Ta daaa."

Right then.

So I may have missed the two year annniversary of this blog last Thursday. Pants.

That's okay, you say, because you'll have something 'mazing up your sleeve, Boz, because this is also your 250th post. You wouldn't miss a double-whammy opportunity to pull something SuperSpesh out of the hat and wow us, would you?

Ahh. Bugger....

Well. Here's a mildly amusing piece of graffiti instead then.


I know, I know, I know... Boz is SuperLame. The plan was to take loads of pictures to mark the double party-type events and do a nice post with baloons and some cake (because everyone likes cake. Especially Boz.). But then that got a bit complicated - and The Move has been long, tedious and tiring. Luckily it's now OVER and we're doing stuff like moving bits of crap around to see what it looks like there, or on the mantlepiece, or on the table, or in the loft. Mostly in the loft.

The second plan was to then mark the anniversary with a picture of me. But then I thought, who actually wants to see a picture of me? Surely if this blog is still getting any kind of trafic (taps microphone. 'hullloooo...?'. Tumbleweed.) then surely they would appreciate some regular, better written and interesting regular posts.

Which lets face it loves, would be a first. Alas, like wot I have just done next door, this is anniversary number two.

(Hastily points out the room next door is in fact the bathroom.)

So now that the routine I've been beginning to crave is settling back in, I can hopefully get round to posting a bit more. I've developed an addiciton to Facecrack, I mean, Facebook though which is stealing a lot of time. A LOT.

To appease you I now give you something lovely. Or rather, what happens when you Google image search for 'something lovely'.



It's from here. No. I don't understand either.