Google Earth good for spotting giant willies. Via Terry, the bloke who needs help.
There’s a programme on the normally woeful STV (ITV for the poms) called Extinct. From what I understand, people can call and vote on which animal they want to save. I know people can call to vote for every animal (the calls are charged, with the proceeds donated to animal conservation), but I don’t think many people would do that, and these endangered species have been reduced to a bunch of reality television contestants:
At the end of the week, the species with the most votes will receive half the total proceeds raised, whilst the remaining 50% of the funds will be split equally between projects helping the other seven animals.
The viewing public must be so… addicted to this ‘call and vote’ crap television format that is so cheap and nasty. Animals dwindling in numbers have to be filmed and sold as contestants to get humanity’s attention. Good Lord.
So yeah, STV is still pretty woeful.
I know someone who is addicted to the Line Rider. I dare not play… oh crap, I did.
Do you have the gay: “I thought I had the gay once. Turns out I was just a girl.” — A devil food is turning our kids into homosexuals
The £19.50 pole dancer M&S was forced to axe: I know someone in Xiamen who would go for that. And no, it’s not you, TuTu.
As we were saying this morning, who turns down the right royal Princes William and Harry?
“Hello [insert name of pop star], this is Prince William.”
“Yes. Whatever it is you want, the answer’s yes.”
Saying you like hard rock music and using Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters as an example makes you sound like a poser who flunked out of posing school.
I managed to catch my connection this morning with one minute to spare, and only because I ran. I am technically supposed to have ten minutes’ grace to catch my connection, but it’s more often five or less.
It’s so easy to lose your fitness — I haven’t done regular running since I got to Scotland and I was definitely short of breath with a racing heart when I sat down with relief (and a thump). I have got to get a car and cut down my commute so I don’t feel so tired at the end of the day and can bring myself to go to the gym. We’re thinking a second hand Clio or 106 would be ideal. (Update: or a Corsa. Apparently I will turn into a skank, but the size and price is probably right.)
If I had no issues with big cars and paying too much for a vehicle (what am I talking about? I’m from Singapore, for God’s sake), I would go for a PT Cruiser. No idea what it is I like about the car, I just think it’s great.
Yesterday I was aided in getting the train on time by the tail winds, which actually pushed me along the road just that little bit faster. Neil thinks I’m a freak for mentioning that, but y’know, the truth’s the truth. On the way, I saw a stretch Hummer. And I really shit you not with that.
The weather continues to be shitty (rain, rain, rain), and this is how I discovered that my formerly fairly water resistant jacket is losing its resistance. TK Maxx sells snow sports parkas for about £50, so I may go buy myself a Christmas present after I get paid.
Murder police find two more dead: feared to be the missing prostitutes Clennell and Nicholls. This is starting to look like quite the spree. Bloody hell. He’s got to make a mistake some time.