Tulips from ‘amster jam

Oh dear lord, I really shouldn’t be let loose on my own. The hotel is OK – if epically skanky – but at least the wireless network is up (after a fashion) so I can post.

The exhibition/conference is HYOWGE, spread over all the halls of the RAI center, which is a place that truly should be napalmed. Some cool stuff for sure, but for the most part not really of much interest to yours truly. Other than that, a fantastic meal tonight in the middle of Amsterdam, plus lot of beers, plus a bunch of ripoff cunts who don’t understand the expression “the company is paying”. *sigh*

Still, could be worse – and in the meantime well, I’ve a working network, I can post to good ‘ole d4d™, and life is – in general – good. And now it’s twney twenty past two in the morning, and I really should think about things like sleep…

UPDATED : I did think about it, but it ended up not actually happening ’til gone four in the morning. Ug.


One Born Every Minute

Again, a title that may end up becoming a category – in fact, in this case I think it’s a certainty.

The latest piece of Barnumism is this – a “businessman” who bottles “Welsh air” for expats to breathe and (supposedly) go back to their homeland for a while. For the princely sum of – are you sitting down? – £24 per bottle.

How fucking brilliant is that? And if there are people who’ll go for this sort of crap, I’ve a lovely bridge I can sell ’em…


Darwin

Sometimes you just have to wonder what goes through people’s minds. In this case, that of a man who decided to let his 7-year old son drive the car on the M5 motorway – from the passenger seat. Dad had been drinking, but just how much do you have to drink before that seems like a good idea?


Stag

Apparently it’s not just the costs of a marriage that are going up, but also the average spend at stag-dos and hen-nights, although men supposedly spend more than women (an average of £35 more, to be exact).

Quite honestly, I’ve never yet been on a stag-do (although bizarrely I have been on a couple of hen nights) – they’re just not something that really appeals to me, but then again, the entire “drink ’til you puke, then drink some more to wash away the aftertaste” concept has always been a bit beyond me anyway.

Supposedly it’s now the “done thing” to go off for a stag do in a foreign city – Prague, Amsterdam, etc. etc. Personally, if I’m going to those places I’d rather see something of them, instead of being the ubiquitous “Brit on the Piss”, or anything even close to that stereotype. Maybe that makes me boring, or an old fart – to be honest, I don’t care. What it does make me is (on average) £500 better off for every one I’ve never been on.

Sounds good to me!


Reality

Just as we lose one piece of reality TV shite, yes, along comes another.

Is there any chance that people are going to get sick of these reality series? Personally speaking I’ve never seen the appeal of Big Brother, and as for the self-publicising aggrandisement that is Flop Idol/ Lame Academy/ Y? Factor/ Flopstars/ so forth, so fifth, it’s pretty much beyond me too.

A bunch of (loose terminology) singers, all doing covers, with no coverage given to those who can a) show any true originality, b) posess the skill to play any musical instrument (I suspect the triangle is beyond most of ’em) or c) show any talent or skill – like, say, song-writing. It’s just a variation on “money for old rope”.

The *cough* winner of the last Y? Factor admittedly managed a Number one single and album, but since then has already been dumped by his record label for not fulfilling his potential. Quite what the potential was, I don’t know – except as that aforementioned old rope merchant.

And as Herself said while watching bits of it,

“I bet there’s psychologists all over the country saying ‘I recognise that one – knew they’d be on something like this”


Helpful

According to the BBC, a road in Oxfordshire is to be closed for resurfacing on Thursday. This is the full “story”

Drivers are being warned that a part of a road in Oxfordshire will be shut for resurfacing work.

A section of Wykham Lane will be closed between the A361 Bloxham Road and White Post Lane for one day on Thursday.

The county council said to avoid confusion with the continuing closure of the A361 at South Newington there would be no diversion signs.

The emergency services and those residents who live within the closed area, will still have access.

Now OK, I’m sure that’s useful – but where is it in Oxfordshire? – No town is given! The only location it reveals is that it is (I assume) somewhere near Stoke Newington.

So perhaps not as helpful as it could’ve been…


Repellent

This story contains one of the creepiest things I’ve seen in a long time. The first “Mr. Afghanistan”, a body-builder. And is it me, or is he actually gold?

golden boy

Personally I’ve never been able to see the appeal in bodybuilding, particularly to this kind of extreme. It’s just grotesque.