... or William Seward Burroughs' The Commissioner of Sewers. I've feasted on the fine man's words in the past few days and as the hysteria of Obama '08 subsides I enjoyed bringing myself down to Earth with this reading.

Yes, if it didn't exist, someone would be bound to create it.

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Escape Hawaii are responsible. Spotted at c64 music.

The annual festival of wonderful Eurotrash has been and gone for another year. Serbia's boring drag king may have won but the Ukranians were the real stars.

The weirder the better as far as I'm concerned, damn that Balkan vote stacking...

This is one of the funniest ads I've seen for some time. Now I'm no expert on advertising, but I'm pretty sure the secret of this ad's success is Steve's cracking moustache. Boys, as soon as you're old enough - grow one.

I was a tad hungover this morning and my antidote of choice was watching a bit of old school scifi. Of late, Blakes 7 has been my tipple of choice. I was too young to really remember it back in the day, apart from a vague recollection of watching the very last episode (where everyone gets shot) with my father. However I am reveling in it's cynicism.