During the last week, you would be forgiven in thinking that the world had gone mad. Well, madder anyway. This time last week, parts of London and other cities in the UK were subjected to the type of street violence not seen Jeremy Clarkson made a joke about Mexicans.

At the time, I was out of the country and had only heard minor mentions in passing stating that something was going on in London town, but to what extent, it was not certain. It was only after landing back in Stansted Airport late in the evening, as a number of people awaited the National Express back to merry old London, that things were made clearer by the staff working there.

No-one was travelling to the East End, and a limited service seemed to be operating back to Victoria Coach Station, but exactly what was happening was still a mystery. Upon arriving at Victoria, something unheard of in London awaited to greet us. No taxis, and one bus. It was only for taking a chance with a couple of Indian gentlemen who heading back out west in their van, that I was able to make it back for some rest from the bumpy plane journey.

Turning on the news unleashed the full horror of what was happening.

London was literally burning, and it was hard to actually understand why. It seemed that all sense had left us and in the morning, we’d all be hanging out with Mad Max in the Thunderdome, hoping that Tina Turner didn’t want us killed. A further investigation didn’t yield anything further in terms of the real reason as why a fancy dress shop in Clapham was a target of the mob’s wrath but here’s the cut-down jist of it. Read the rest of this entry »

While the Americans struggle to reach an agreement with the debt ceiling, thus apparently endangering a fragile world economy, let’s turn attention away from that important issue with yet more frankly pointless drivel in tonight’s second posting.

During a recent trip to not-Germany or Austria that other people may know it as, being a stranger in a foreign land, it’s a requirement not just to take time to sample the culture, ambience and cuisine of the country in question, in order to come back and write in an informative yet entertaining manner to you, the discerning internet browser whom I humbly serve, who it seems has nothing better to do with their time other than read complete rubbish and watch YouTube videos of cats doing a rap.

No, it’s a requirement, a duty and honour to look for various things to laugh at because it would be a funny thing in English.

Here is the best of those things, and if anyone wants to do a caption, mail it in, and we’ll add it to the relevant picture;

No, it’s not slang, for those of you from the UK, it’s in fact just a copy of Greggs the Bakers, the name is rather unfortunate when asking “Where’s the nearest anker?” Read the rest of this entry »

When you happen to have a few minutes spare in a day, your mind often wanders to a few things, mainly what you’re going to have for dinner, what women you would have a three-way with, and does anyone truly know what’s actually in Hot Dogs.

But have any of you turned you’re hand to being a hip and with it guy who stands at the front of a tiny stage in an underground Jazz club, wearing a black hat, smoking some funk and just laying down the world as you saw it?

Well I haven’t. But if I did, this is what I would say to the brothers out there….

I ain’t got nothing and they took that away from me too!
It’s The Man, laughing with his cup of oppressive tea
How I hate the government, more than you’ll hate me,
The government stole my goldfish and unplugged my TV….

They stole my father and replaced him with a computer
My response was with an AK47 shooter
But it was plastic coz I was just a kid
Last summer I know what you did Read the rest of this entry »