As always after throwing a podcast out the door like an orphan child hoping that they would star in in a musical about being an orphan, we are now throwing out the orginal text from the Assassin’s Creed review hoping that it takes flight and makes us money in some silly fashion. Enjoy!

Assassin’s creed is a game by Ubisoft, in which basically you go around killing people and run around big places, larking about. We could call it a day there but that wouldn’t do it justice.

You play two people through the game, Desmond, the name of whom conjures up the Channel 4 sitcom with the same name and then there’s Altair, the ye olde man who crafts his living by making sure other people aren’t living. There’s the evil Takazuki Corporation who wants to explore your mind to find a shiny thing and that’s basically what everything you do throughout the game leads up to.

Over the course of the game you do find out more what the shiny thing is, the state of the world in the future present and also in 1191, and of course where would we be without a couple of plot twists along the way? Sounds good so far? Let’s press on then.

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Regretfully, since the release of the podcast and finishing the foundation degree one way or another on Thursday, the Lord of Leisure has being doing various amounts of naughty out and about with all creatures great and small.

Nothing to do with bestiality, It’s been the time to celebrate and drink copious amounts of alcohol designed to destroy all digestive functions and result in costly and life endangering surgery, while being in the company of people we know and occasionally talk to.

There will be more details after the bank holiday weekend that Broken Britain is currently enjoying at the current segment of time. After all, it must be said that some people will be fascinated at the lack of attention paid at the England vs New Zealand cricket match on Friday, complete with pictures showing men bending over on a pitch. Now we’ve satified the equal opportunity commission by including things that other people may like, we will leave it there for the moment.

So whatever you are doing, have a good one and don’t have glue, it’s best left for making glitter pictures for your parents to be proud of you. At the age of 29…..

Episode 3: Shocking! [ 41:07 ] Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

Shocking the world we live in now, everything is just foul and filthy and that Grand Theft Auto 4 doesn’t help here. Be prepared to be shocked.

As usual you can subscribe to the show via the feed URL: http://www.oohsometimes.com/podcasts/feed.xml which you place carefully into your program of choice such as the free programs Juice or Doppler.

You also have the choice of searching the iTunes store, searching using either Paul Hughes, or Ooh Sometimes and subscribing using the software.

If you like what you hear or you don’t then please let us know at: podcast@oohsometimes.com and we’ll respond at some point.

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It’s been a fair while since the bombshell news was announced during the weekend and so far the news has still been trickling down with random phones calls being taken with many congratulations. Nothing to do with moving, apparently I was selected as a winner in a special lucky dip. All I had to do was mail £5000 as a security deposit to receive the prize.

Methinks the spammers have gotten desperate.

But while this dialog of communication is open, perhaps an update of epic proportions is best as to what evil the LOL (yes, we can use acronyms here too) has been creating.

Work has been rather interesting this week, a sense of lull, mixed with Lemsip and euphoria has come in, where now it is at the point that consequences are out the window. You can say and practically do what you like without fear or reprisal, granted you wouldn’t drop your trousers and leave a brown present on your boss’s desk at this point, but all the while the one thing you have at the back of your head is:

What can they do? Sack me?

It’s a rather refreshing and joyous feeling to have, and to have it without the aid of hardcore drugs or indeed just standing up really fast is a nice bonus.

You start just goofing around, talking to various people without feeling guilty, saying even more what you want and basically it seems that if you just turn up every day, that’s all you have to do. No pressure to perform to anyone requirements, no more having to deal with people’s silliness if you don’t want to. Perhaps this is the feeling of what rich people feel all the time?

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Here is the big announcement which I’ve been leading up to all day, and have been thinking of the best way to break the news which practically everyone knows already, however our international readership may be interested as it involves London, and as we all know, London is the only place in Britain. Nowhere else exists.

There was some deciding over whether the BBC should break the story, interrupting tonight’s episode Doctor Who and therefore we have to wait to find out about the Doctor’s Daughter. Perhaps distributing flyers on people’s windscreens. Or at the Wedding mass in Westminster today, as a “and finally notice”, the 700 married couples would be told there, thus making the day even happier.

But I don’t have any money. So a crap fudging of the Ooh Sometimes header logo and a blog post here will have to do.

I’m moving to London.

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Warning: Most of the text on this post has been embellished to be funny. Or at least, a bad attempt at being funny. Enjoy!

Some of you may have been wondering what the Lord and Lady of Leisure did over the bank holiday weekend. Some of you of course, will not really care, as long as there wasn’t too much blood shed and the police weren’t asking questions as to why you were named as a suspect in a violent weeing up the wall incident.

No fears on that front of course dear readers, We were down the capital city of the nation called England, as the last post will attest to, as writing on the blog has been most absent, almost as if I wasn’t here to write….

The main reason was to attend a reasonably upper class affair in an art gallery on the Sunday, where the Lady of Leisure was attempting to swindle people out of their hard earned cash by using an elaborate pulley system and some beans, or we could even stretch it to a plot from Hustle from the BBC, where she flickers her eyes at some old man with expensive clothes, and Danny would seal the deal by promising Canary Wharf for $125,000. Why dollars and not pounds, I just don’t know.

Either that, or she was there to sell her paintings.

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Bonjour from the capital city, Yes, I’m not in the Arctic tundra right now, just taking a small break away from various amounts of silliness and hijinks, although so far there has been lots of dilly dallying happening down here already, I guess you can call it a realisation of what’s going on at the moment with myself and what the future may entail.

Sounds vague and serious again, doesn’t it?

But rest assured, it’s probably me just wanting to cast wild rumours about the place and get people talking about you. After all, that’s the key of creating awareness, whether what people are saying about you is good or bad, at least they are talking about you. That’s a sign you’re making an impact.

Nevertheless this weekend so far has been a very strange one and that story I guess will remain for another time when all us old folks get together, and start remembering when it wasn’t a criminal offence to fart in someone’s toilet or something else, who knows what’s allowed these days?

I’m sitting in one of those handy internet cafe things, typing this, and there is a fair amount I wish to write but I’m aganist the clock at the present moment, so it will have to be briefer than I would like. Also, no pretty pictures to keep you all from falling asleep but there will be some other ones later on this week, after our return and triumph over Lord Sucky of the Mongoose horde.

In any case, this evening of course brings the opening in the posh place down mayfair, and it is the Lord of Leisure’s desire to make an impact later on this evening on the various people and other entites, pretending to talk utter rubbish, well, actually behaving as normal and perhaps dropping the odd pointless remark about what a poop stain on a canvas reflects about society.

Alas, my time is up, so from the Lord of Leisure in London, back to you in the studio. And now the weather sponsered by a evil empire bent on telling you all is well in the world.

The image used is from: http://deardeadbeat.blogspot.com/

It’s been a hell of a week for the Lord of Leisure, with the promise of a great new adventure now on the horizon, which when going forward, will certainly complicate many great things such as sleeping, sneezing, and snatching various things (various things which I have only been sued for on three occasions) but more news on that miracle will be forth coming over the days ahead. I promise it will be a doosy.

Things dried up on the writing front once more, simply because of the lack of material steming from hiding and typing of various other documents which are silly, the podcast still remains in limbo incomplete, the bovril and marmite sitting there, waiting to get their teeth in each other like Mike Tyson and anyone else who happens to be next to Mike when he feels hungry. The answer to which is better on toast remains a huge issue, greater than the local elections happening across Britain today.

Fear not, you will know soon enough.

The problem has been once again, that the various work amounts have been pressing down on the Lord like a sack of genetically disfigured potatoes. Doesn’t sound very hopeful does it?

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