A dinner-free trip to the pub, last week, inevitably led to a trip to the nearest tasty poultry shop. Feeling boozy and ravenous, Marianna and I ordered the value meal of chixor, spicy wings, chips and drink. While fryers fried and boxes were stacked[…]

Aim: Combining the aesthetic joys of Flying Fruit and the no-nonsense tuffness/springiness test of the Experiment We Did Not Do, we decided to find out what happens when you throw a pumpkin from a second floor balcony onto tarmac.
Apparatus: Some boo[…]

Thanks to the ease of finding Indie Chicken, it had been a while since I darkened the doors of a proper kebab shop. Bored with endless variations on spicy wings and with an anniversary to observe, we loaded up on Litovel at the Swimmer before popping[…]

Aim:To determine the most aerodynamic fruit by means of distance travelled when hurled through the air.
Apparatus: Park. Measuring Device (Interweb journalist Tom E.). Throwing Device (Interweb hardman Mark C.). The following varieties of fruit: appl[…]

How to destroy the Earth. I knew that 2,500,000,000,000 tonnes of antimatter would come in handy one day.[…]

For anyone browsing the archives in a more temporally enabled age, you may be interested in attending this convention. Please take care not to tread on any butterflies.[…]

That’s no moon.[…]

Babbage Minifig Not Included
LEGO logic gates! Via Slashdot.[…]

Indie Chicken
#4 Ken’s Fried Chicken, Albert Road, Southsea
For Southsea residents post-pub scran and name Ken are synonymous. Two Ken’s Kebabs outlets await the drunk and peckish in the town’s main imbibing quarters while satellite[…]

Budget Boozing – The Lord Nelson, Urmston
Like many of the London-based Publog correspondents, I’m a fan of the Sam Smith’s pub. Leaving aside the tastiness of their beers and the pleasing trad interiors, the winning factor for a sk[…]