The caption attached to Kim Jong-il is brilliant:

Bet he is.

I was a little disappointed nobody matched the heroic efforts of Catherine Taylor-Dawson, of the Vote For Yourself Rainbow Dream Ticket Party, who managed to get just one vote in Cardiff North in 2005, apparently a record low for any candidate in a general election since universal suffrage. And she wasn’t even registered there!

According to some polls, Cameron won, or at the very least tied with Clegg. Which is odd, because to my biased eyes, he looked hilariously worried whenever the others were talking. He often wore a face like the Fat Controller trying to wee through a Hula Hoop without splashing the sides, in fact.

Thousands of people take photos every day. What if one of them seems odd?

Do you think that person is committing a crime? They probably are, most people are terrorists. Do you think ‘what a loony’? Do you sigh at the strange habits of foreigners? Do you think, a lá train spotting, that some people have very odd habits indeed? Do you report potential terrorist activity to the police and risk ruining the life of a person on a false accusation that you would have to repeat in court? What if the person looked like this? Or this? How about this one?

From the press release:

Terrorists use chemicals. Do you know someone buying large or unusual quantities of chemicals for no obvious reason?

When I next meet a terrorist purchasing unusual quantities of chemicals I will ask, ‘Why?’ and they will reply, ‘there is no obvious reason,’ and I shall say, ‘Oh, well I guess I had better report you then,’ and the country will be safer.

Thank heavens for this publicity.

I made my Last.fm charts program available for anybody to use and it’s had a positive response, hurrah, though people are far too reluctant to give feedback. It’s good to know there’s others out there who like to investigate every inch of their music history :-)

The girl I lived next to in first year (all of two and a half years ago) decided it was time I knew that whistling along to Joni Mitchell at three in the morning probably isn’t the most social of characteristics I have, so I was like ‘why the hell didn’t you ever kick my door down and tell me to stop?’ From which the only answer I could glean was that she is far too pleasant and accommodating a person to have thought like that.

Oh and most importantly of all, searching for “flamboyant american penis” on Google now returns links here.

And finally, in the news from the Middle East today:

An Iranian court has ordered a man to give his wife the 124,000 roses that he promised in her dowry, after she filed a complaint to claim it, reports say.

The woman said she was claiming the dowry because her “very stingy husband” would not even pay for a cup of coffee, according to the E’temad newspaper.

The court has seized the man’s flat until he produces all of the roses.

As you do, as you do.

Oh, don’t call me funny bunny
I’ll blow your money, money
I’ll get you to my bad ass spinning for you.

Gotta tease you nasty guy
So take it don’t be shy
Put your cherry on my cake
And taste my cherry pie.

Sounds hot?

This is the Ukrainian entrant:

Righto.

PS. Seems to have become a BBC themed post – more terrible lyrics.

Iain Paisley sat next to Sinn Fein what the hell is going on? Not fully side by side though, let’s not get too carried away with ourselves.. Long may it continue!

A useful Firefox thing:
To stop windows being resized by websites click – Tools \ Preferences \ Content. Click the ‘advanced’ next to ‘Enable Javascript’. Uncheck ‘Move or Resize Existing Windows’. Live happily again. Oh it’ll screw your popups over though, if you still live with those (..?!)

Finally: Why doesn’t the Firefox spellchecker recognise the word Firefox?

Only the EU could have created a situation where people who are not farmers are paid not to farm.

The stories accompanying the pictures here are wonderful .. this one especially. The man with a wink and a small coin is a strange recurrence and not one whose significance (if there’s any at all) I can decipher. Someone else’s moments.