The woman (child) this song is named for, is dying. Nothing makes people feel sadder faster then a child dying (this time of leukemia) and people like Martina McBride have made whole careers out of it (download God’s Will for a rather awful exa[…]

Stories like this are very funny as Ananova quirkies: the Swiss boycotting kebabs because of violence after the football with Turkey. But they do highlight the stupidity of knee jerk cultural assumptions. The entire British public as far as I remembe[…]

is there any possible reason why a HOLE PUNCHER — or BODGER as my mum wd have called it — has a LOCK on it, to keep it in the shut position?
except so as to cause ensuent hilarity from afar when it clicks shut by itself and no one in the[…]

MY BIG POT is an experiment in stewing. The primary objects of this experiment is myself and MY BIG POT. I do not have a photo of MY BIG POT but will endeavor to supply soon. Suffice to say MY BIG POT is very big and holds about 15 litres of stew, if[…]

For much of its screening time The Brothers Grimm is incoherent, out of focus, edited by a pair of garden shears and played through some overpowered i-Pod speakers. None of these elements on its own are enough to make it great, though in combination […]

i. actual real plot some vacuous guff about derailing trains and codes and a disgruntled employee zzz
ii. sub plot the UNSPOKEN SMOULDERIN HOTS of math-bro for his girly sidekick and vice versa
iii. as expressed via the comedy shenanigans of this fat[…]

Two weekends ago anyone in the know was not watching the cricket, nor the various codes of Rugby. Even the England Argentina footie game lacked the requisite drama provided by the only sporting choice of the congniscenti.
That’s right. The Web[…]