So at work today someone said that they didn’t want the dictator of Iraq replaced with some American glove puppet. But I say it all depends on which particular glove puppet is set to rule in his place. I vote for the ex-pets.com sock puppy…
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China has recently been blocking access to a whole variety of sites across the world, including BBC News and Google. Now you can test to see if your site has been blocked. Plasticbag.org remains non-threatening to the culture of China. Which is a terrible shame… The temptation to start summarising and heavily quoting huge blocks of BBC articles is almost overwhelming… [via Jones]
It might just be the sexual equivalent of geese imprinting on badgers they’re brought up with, but I’m watching the Lost Boys and thinking to myself, “Is it just me or did people look properly hot back then?”. Young people nowadays just don’t have the big hair or substantial shoulder pads of yesteryear. Where’s today’s Bobby Ewing, I ask myself. Nowhere I can see…
It’s difficult for me to justify my current enthusiasm for Bruce Springsteen. He’s hardly the firmest young boyband dominated Gayland, nor is he the current hipster dance music sensation that the digiterati are wolfing down. And he’s so entirely unrepresentative of the music that I normally listen to. But there’s something strangely compelling about it…
I get up in the evening,
And I ain’t got nothing to say,
I come home in the morning,
I go to bed feeling the same way.
I ain’t nothing but tired,
Man I’m just tired and bored with myself.
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help…You can’t start a fire,
You can’t start a fire without a spark,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.Message keeps getting clearer,
Radio’s on and I’m moving ’round my place,
I check my look in the mirror,
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face.
Man I ain’t getting nowhere,
Just living in a dump like this.
There’s something happening somewhere.
Baby I just know that there is…You can’t start a fire,
You can’t start a fire without a spark,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.You sit around getting older.
There’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me,
I’ll shake this world off my shoulders.
Come on baby the laugh’s on me…Stay on the streets of this town,
And they’ll be carving you up all right.
They say you gotta stay hungry,
Hey baby, I’m just about starving tonight.
I’m dying for some action,
I’m sick of sitting ’round here trying to write this book,
I need a love reaction,
Come on now baby, gimme just one look.You can’t start a fire,
Sitting ’round crying over a broken heart,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
You can’t start a fire,
Worrying about your little world falling apart,
This gun’s for hire,
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark.
Because the deadline for entries has now passed, I’ve temporarily dropped the ‘Not the Best’ box down to the bottom of the page. When the winner is announced, I’ll bounce it back up to the top for a few more days before we all move on to more interesting and dynamic new projects…
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On putting on an old suit…
There’s nothing that reminds you more about the evolving (expanding) nature of your own body like an old suit. I only have one suit – it’s a lovely brown/grey number that I got when I first moved to London five or six years ago. At the time it was a snug fit, but over the years snug appears to have become closer to vacuum packing than clothing. I wouldn’t mind so much if it was a development forward, but it appears to be a development sideways, which is very much the last thing I was expecting… If it continues at this pace I’m going to be infinitely wide and just as deep as I always was. I’ll be like a huge huge two foot thick piece of man-paper. And then nothing will fit me. The shame, the shame…
So here it is, me in my suit with the worst tie in the world, busting out all over with some of the most ludicrous hair I’ve ever managed to cultivate. Sigh.
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How gay is Captain Nice?
How gay is Captain Nice? He’s my hero… (courtesy of TVParty.com)
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Trivia about Bryan Adams
Interesting fact: In the summer of 1969, Bryan Adams was precisely nine years old.
Very little to say about about this except that you can’t get it in the UK yet… Buffy, The Vampire Slayer: Once More With Feeling.
Whatever my personal opinions of the prize – the Guardian’s “Best British Weblog” prize closes today. Good luck to everyone who entered! I secretly want Matt to win (nobody knows that though – don’t spread it around) because I think he’d be completely surprised and geniunely touched. But whoever wins, enjoy it! (And to anyone who thinks that they might win, go and read Meg’s piece and make sure that your house is in order before everything goes ballistic.) Raise your glasses one and all to the wonders of Webloggia!