Sunday, February 24, 2019

Toryspotting

Someone won the internet today:



Do I need to explain myself? Probably.

Why is Theresa May playing pool?

"Gash . . . gadge"? What's with this strange language employed by people on a distant East coast with subpar football teams and collective inferiority complexes? Click on the link for the explanatory clip.

Waiting for the great leap forward

Via a Facebook thread, one of those anecdotes you wish were true, if only to see Tom Watson and Nick Cohen's heads explode in indignation:
 "The competing Trot sects in 1980s Islington North CLP voted for Jeremy as their compromise candidate because each of them couldn’t accept that a member of a rival 4th International would be the MP".

Saturday, February 02, 2019

Maybe I'm amazed . . .

Second 180 in three days. I'm on schedule to be a wild card entry to the 2023 Indianapolis Darts Pub League. 



Friday, February 01, 2019

Coffee, mate?

"Gurgle . . . babble . . . revolutionary coffee houses in 18th century London . . . Tony Head — pre-Buffy — knocking on Sharon Maughan's door, to ask if he can borrow her copy of the Scum Manifesto . . . it all makes sense now."