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This piano freestyle guy almost makes me want to check out Chat Roulette. Kidding. - BTW contains some strong language!
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This might be an old one, but it's fun! WARNING - contains strong language!

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This cartoon by Steve Bell comes from today's Guardian, found via Anglia Bus Forum...

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If you’ve been wondering what happened before that car crash, here’s a 98PXY exclusive video of the surveillance cameras…

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Do you remember some time ago, I found this PC vs Mac ad in South Park style? Well....

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Think of a real or fictional character, answer the questions, and it will be able to tell you who you were thinking of (in most cases anyway). Clever - it guessed my name correctly three times!
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Another fun game!

Thanks to Paul H for finding it!


Nov. 13th, 2009 08:03 pm
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Well, after a journey out to Hitchin (for Papa John’s pizza – and better than the expected 40%, we ended up with not one, but two (for the price of one) rather big pizza’s, that barely fitted on my lap in the car passenger seat!) and home, but while I was waiting for C to pick me up, I was flicking through vids on The Onion. Now, one of which I’ve grabbed this screenshot from – look at the ticker along the bottom (or on the video at 0:09). Well, we did!

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Sad but true!

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By Nathan Jay - I found this thanks to [personal profile] thermalsatsuma

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How Chinese men searching for “village of hot lesbians” broke the Internet in Sweden

By joop on October 9, 2009

It all started when a news agency Xinhua reported (made up) the existence of a city in the northern Swedish woods with 25,000 inhabitants, all hot women living together to satisfy their Scandinavian sexual desires. The city, called Chako Paul was founded in 1820 by a rich widow and is guarded by two blonde guards that will strike men down that try to enter the city of Nordic lesbian love.

Sadly, as you would probably expect, the city doesn’t exist. But the Chinese, being so “inquisitive” have crippled Swedish ISP’s with searches for “Chako Paul”. According toValleywag, “Chinese men have “swamped… Swedish tourism bodies” with such burning questions in recent days, millions of them. EDIT: News is that now the Japanese are curious about the Swedish Lesbians too.

The myth, created by the Chinese media reached Sweden has left the local tourist office of Ulmeå reporting to the register that they are fairly certain that no such city excised in Sweden, based on the fact that that a city like that would be the biggest city in all of northern Sweden!

It seems that no Swedish entrepreneur has set up a website to accommodate these Chinese men on a search for the ‘lost women of Chako Paul’. If you are into web development… Time to buy and run some ads!

EDIT: dug around and translated the Chinese article as follows:

“In Sweden, there is a place that is respectful of women’s love, but with a rule that men cannot enter. This is Chako Paul City. The town holds around 25,000 women, all from around Europe. If men transgress into the forbidden city, they will be beaten half to death. The citizens of Chako Paul are mostly engaged in the forest industry, because of such many of the women wear thick belts full of woodworking equipment. Some go into nearby cities to work and return to Chako Paul by night. Chako Paul’s tourism industry is increasingly prosperous, with hotels and restaurants everywhere that cater specifically to women around the world.”

Furthermore, Shanghaiist mentions that Harbin News posted up a story of a Chinese girl studying in Sweden, being lured into lesbian temptations of Chako Paul. Spoiler alert: in the end, she get’s back with her Swedish boyfriend again.

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Found this on via the LondonBusGroup...

A short stage play in one (irrational) act, by Yorkshire playwright Harold Pointer (lesser-known brother of the ever-popular Plaxton Pointer).

The scene is a London street. A floppy-haired figure stands centre stage, looking confused. He is the mayor.
Mayor: “Who says politicians don’t keep their election promises, eh? I said I’d rid London’s streets of bendybuses, and I will, by Jove! I’ve started! These writhing whales of the road have swung their hefty rear ends round our corners for the final time. Pedestrians that leapt, cyclists that skidded and drivers that dodged from their paths will breathe easier. Let me seek confirmation from this passer-by.”

An elderly Cockney lady shuffles on to the stage.

Mayor: “I say, madam! I’m ridding the streets of bendybuses. What do you say to that?”
Elderly Cockney lady: “Cor blimey! It’s nonsense, that’s what I say. What use are double-deckers to me? I can’t climb the stairs. Keep the bendybuses, that’s what us old people want, more accessible seats, not more stairs.”

A young lady approaches.

Mayor (to himself): “Well, this one’s not going to complain about climbing stairs on a double-decker, not with legs like that, what?”

He stops her.

Mayor: “Bendybuses. Writhing whales. Killers of cyclists. Hefty rear ends.”
Young lady (alarmed, not recognising the important personage addressing her); “Get away, pervert!”
Mayor: “No, no, I’m not a pervert and I’m not staring at your legs – well, I’m trying not to. I’m the mayor, and I’m canvassing views on my moves to rid the streets of bendybuses.”
Young lady: “An environmental disaster. You’re bringing in more buses which will burn more fuel, it’s daft.”
Mayor: “But, er, they’re wonderful low-emission Euro 5 buses.”
Young lady: “But they’ll still use more fuel. And fossil fuels are a finite resource, in case you didn’t know it. I’m starting a pressure group to articulate people’s feelings – Citizens Intending To Attack Rotten Outcomes, or CITARO for short.”

She marches off, indignant. The mayor looks crestfallen, but only for a nanosecond. He espies a young man approaching, wearing a hood.

Mayor: “I say…”
Hoodie (threateningly): “You say what, man?”
Mayor: “Well, er, um, do you travel on, er, bendybuses?”
Hoodie: “Yeah, man, they’re great.”
Mayor (encouraged to find his first supporter):
“You mean you actually approve of them?”
Hoodie: “Yeah. Like I get on the third door. Don’t pay no fare. Travel free, like. And if I ever meet the nutter whose replacing them with ordinary buses I’ll kick his ass.”
Mayor (alarmed): “Well, yes, indeed, kick his ass, jolly good…”

As the hoodie leaves the mayor sighs with relief and mops his brow with a handkerchief. A schoolboy approaches.

Mayor (talking to himself): “But they’re just not British. That’s the problem. They might be okay for Johnny Foreigner, but not here. We need British solutions. Britishness. You know … er … British. Like Rolls Royce!”
Schoolboy: “Have I got news for you! Rolls Royce isn’t British. It’s owned by BMW.”
Mayor (surprised, not having realised the boy was standing beside him): “Oh, very well then, like Bentley.”
Schoolboy: “Bentley isn’t British. It’s owned by Volkswagen.”
Mayor: “British Steel!”
Schoolboy: “Indian.”
Mayor: “Well, like Harrods.”
Schoolboy: “Owned by an Egyptian gentleman, I believe.”

(The mayor is temporarily, and unusually, speechless.)

Schoolboy: “Maybe your trouble is you suffer from xenophobia.”
Mayor (thinking): “Ah! You mean like those 1970s rock-group chappies? The What? The Why?”
Schoolboy: “The Who – and that was Quadrophenia.”
Mayor (tentatively): “Is xenophobia fear of a small car? French maybe…?”
Schoolboy: “No, Citroen made Xantias and Xsaras, but never a Xeno.”
Mayor: “You’re too clever by half, young man. Be off with you before I do something I regret!”
Schoolboy (running off, with a rude gesture):
“Like designing a new bus for London…?”

A city gent approaches, reading the Financial Times.

Mayor: “Sir! I’m reviewing attitudes towards my wonderful decision to rid London of bendybuses.”
FT reader (after a short pause): “I suspect you didn’t do a proper cost-benefit analysis.”

(The mayor looks a little puzzled, as he tries to grasp the concept.)

FT reader: “You’re making unnecessary capital investment in new buses at a time of economic restraint. That’s bad. You’re creating extra drivers’ jobs, at a time of rising unemployment. That’s good. The extra jobs will add to the wage costs of London bus operators and ultimately to Londoners’ tax bills. That’s bad. You’re making extra work for manufacturers. That’s good. You’re getting rid of perfectly serviceable buses on a political whim. That’s immature.”

Mayor (still looking puzzled): “So, er, um, are you supporting me or not?”
FT reader: “Well, that depends. Is your goal to create more jobs? To waste resources? To consume more fuel? And what about service levels? Will passengers get a better service?”
Mayor (finally having grasped part of the argument): “Passengers? Who cares what they think?”

The curtain descends.

Our arts correspondent understands that Mr Pointer is now preparing a sequel – The Curse of the
Borismaster – which will be an ironic post-modern exploration of the relationship between
nostalgia, political popularity, Pearly Kings and Queens, and bus design.
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Found via Lesbook...

Mac Truths

Sep. 21st, 2009 08:55 am
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Found thanks to [ profile] shullie ...

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... which lead to this one... a parody of the official video. Enjoy!

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Thanks to Malc McD for sending me this one earlier in the week...


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