Hey. Dum fuckwit in your car outside. If your stereo in your car is so loud and puts out so much bass that it vibrates the bowels of people in their flats 4 floors off the ground and 50ft from the road…. that’s entierly too much bass. Attract the ladies? The vibrations will cause them to loosen their bowels before they even get close to your pimped out ride.

Cars. Even if you aren’t a car fan, theres almost noone that doesn’t have a favourite car. Maybe it’s the cute proportions of the mini, the sumptuous luxury of a rolls royce, the sweeping lines of a ferrari or the hippie iconography of the vw camper van, there’s a car to inspire all of use. In recent yeats, the car has become something to many which is indicative of our commercially driven world. A badge. A status symbol. It’s strictly the middle classes, and those aspiring to be so. It’s not longer enough just to have a car, or even a nice car. Even if a car has every feature known to many, it’s apparently nothing without a badge. (continue reading…)

So apparently, theres a drive to sell cheap refurbished computers to help get everyone in britain access to computers and the web. Great idea.

As part of that package though…. subsidised internet?

Where the hell is my subsidised internet and wireless dongle? (continue reading…)

Went to Camden with a good friend last week for a mooch about. Always enjoy a trip there, mostly for the stall selling the sweet waffles with the chocolate and the cream and the… oh so goooood. Anyway, after driving into London, I got rather frustrated with the amount of unknowns you face in London. (continue reading…)