A few nights ago, I was in a small room in a dark, crumbling warehouse in the old streets of Wapping, wearing a rather creepy white mask, and avoiding the pentagon etched onto the floor.

A rare day off sans broad or sproglet gives us the opportunity to explore the new standard in film reviews: the GHB flagpole system:

• Gonads
• Heart
• Brain

If it needs any further explanation, then it's not the scale for you anyway, you fucking ignorant peasant.

Amelie

before I slip into a coma. Jeeze, I'm even too tired to write a proper intro. Apologies. There's an exciting movie review and a photo inside, if you're interested...

Wallace: Certainly, M'aam, we'll be there in
[hits the control panel and gets dragged up through the ceiling]
Wallace: ahhhh!
Lady Tottington: In an hour? But I can't wait that long!

Inside: Australia trip! Topfield TF5800 PVR! Book review! Film review: Wallace & Gromit - the verdict!

From today's Metro:

"In the Darkness's new song, Justin Hawkins sings that he's go 'a one-way ticket to hell and back'. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's a return, isn't it?"

-- Steve Ainger London SE23

Mr Ainger: the wooshing sound you heard this morning was the point missing you at high speed. Unless you think the Darkness is a serious rock band?

Inside: Pistacios, Australia, Heat, Vector Graphics

 

Jubilee line is broken. Dammit. Heigh ho, I didn't want to get home today anyway </sarcasm>

Inside: photo of the day, gardening, listening, CVs and a poll! Wow!!!1!