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Time, Ladies and Gentlemen

21 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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Time

Playlist by Algernon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wfYIMyS_dI

Only Time – Enya

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYiahoYfPGk

Time –Pink Floyd

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGBhQbmPwH8

One more time – Daft Punk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqeSUAlI5uI

No time – The Guess Who

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oc7b62El_fk

The time of the season – The Zombies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdQY7BusJNU

Time after time – Cyndi Lauper

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vV8FfWYJTEw

Clocks – Coldplay

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzcWwmwChVE

Time Is On My Side – The Rolling Stones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CPC0cCagOE

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? – Chicago

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ichO7gAeOGE

Time In a Bottle – Jim Croce

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2L2T7bWQzEs

Time For Me To Fly – REO Speedwagon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbMS0BzOMV0

Love Me Two Times – The Doors

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4KXUr9JVng

Wednesday Morning, 3AM – Simon & Garfunkel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjaAD9JW4mY

Just Who Is The 5 O’Clock Hero? – The Jam

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpK0zDJE4qs

5:15- The Who

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aizCMO-mI1Q

Time Warp – From the Rocky Horror Picture Show

 

NME’s Best Songs of the Last 60 Years

16 Sunday Sep 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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New Musical Express, NME


Playlist by Algernon with a little help.  

While researching for other things, I came upon this list. On 20 June, 2012, New Music Express released its top 100 songs of the last 60 years, well since its first release in 1952. Below is the top 20 of which I’ve selected 16. The Beach Boys appeared on last week’s list, The Dizzee Rascal tune is rubbish and didn’t feel  like including the Sex Pistols.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHYOXyy1ToI

1.Joy Division – Love Will Tear Us Apart

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuTMWgOduFM

2.Pulp – Common People

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QBmTHwR3hg

3. David Bowie – Heroes


4. The Beach Boys – Good Vibratons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pw5uUZkcio8

5. New Order – Blue Monday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcpbGeyPUD8

6. The Stone Roses – She Bangs The Drums

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-cD4oLk_D0

7. The Smiths – There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqZ8428GSrI&noredirect=1

8. The Specials – Ghost Town

9. Dizzee Rascal – Fix Up, Look Sharp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sou-Y7d710k

10. Oasis – Wonderwall

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftZ3UCdTuWQ

11. The Rolling Stones – Sympathy For The Devil

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu8tdXBkQhY

12. The Ronettes – Be My Baby

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zi_XLOBDo_Y

13. Michael Jackson – Billie Jean

14. Sex Pistols – God Save The Queen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-Q9D4dcYng

15. The Beatles – A Day In The Life

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9hOFOgqOds

16. The Cure – Boys Don’t Cry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk3mAX5xdxo

17. Bob Dylan – Like A Rolling Stone

18. The Beach Boys – God Only Knows

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSVbwwsLPqw

19. Madonna – Like A Prayer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbU7oVz0Uq0&feature=related

20. The Stone Roses – I Am The Resurrection

Advertising

13 Thursday Sep 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Gregor Stronach

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advertising, satire

BUY ALL THIS SHIT !

by Gregor Stronach

Companies are willing to go to extraordinary lengths to tell us about their products – how good they are, how tough they are, how white they’ll make your teeth, and how effective they are against mosquitoes, rapists or politicians. But who really pays attention to advertising any more?

Your average Joe who watches his three and a half hours of television a night will be exposed to a total of about 49 minutes of ads, most of which he will have forgotten by the time he goes to bed. The only ones we remember are for products we already want, or ads that are so very, very bad that they get stuck in your head and won’t let go of your cerebral cortex. They dig in, cause migraines and strokes, leaving us as vegetables incapable of even the simplest of actions, save humming the advertiser’s jingle somewhat tunelessly while we colour in.

I watch advertisements for the simple expedient of boycotting any shops or services that offer annoying advertisements that dilute my televisual experience. For example, I will never buy floor coverings from any company who euphemise their product’s stain proof qualities buy making a small puppy sit very still on their quality wool carpet. I guess I’ll be walking on floorboards for the rest of my life.

But I’ve often wondered what life for the average punter would be like if I was allowed to write advertisements.

I figure 28 seconds of ultra-noisy static followed by a white text on black screen message: “You’re a piece of shit if you don’t buy product X.” It’ll work. People will go out in droves, buy the product and proudly display it on the front of their homes to prove to their neighbours once and for all that they aren’t the snivelling shit they’ve been accused of being all these years.

Or perhaps I would appeal to the children. “You have cancer. Mummy didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to worry. But the fact remains, you’ll be dead by the time you turn twelve. So – you don’t need to save your pocket money. Go out and buy yourself a Coke. Live for today – that’s our motto!” Or is that too easy?

However, the real future of advertising is in endorsements, and I’ve hit upon a scheme that’s gonna make me rich, just for being me, and sell a few shoes and tracksuits along the way.

I’m a slob. I despise exercise, and would rather dig half-smoked butts out of the ashtray than wander half a block down the road to buy cigarettes. I drink excessive amounts of coffee, take stimulants and sundry other consumables to maintain my figure, where half an hour of walking a night would probably suffice. I eat takeaway food when and where possible, but only the home delivery type. I always order three times too much, and eat the leftovers cold for breakfast while I’m in the shower. It saves both time and washing up.

I figure the lovely people at Nike, one of whom might read this, will pay me not to wear their product. I’m such the antithesis of what Nike wants their consumers to be that they’ll pay me a seven figure sum not to wear their shoes, track pants, jumpers, earrings, sweatbands or tee shirts.

I’ll be the world’s first anti-endorsement man. Other companies, upon seeing the massive success in sales that Noke has achieved by putting me on telly as a shining example of what they don’t want people to be, will be queuing up to have me not wear their stuff at all as well. Reebak, Fola, Levos…you name it, I won’t be wearing it. And I’ll be not wearing it very, very publicly.

Eventually, I’ll be nude on television. And that’s where the real money will come in. Some random fashion company will do the world a favour, ‘Community Service Announcement’ style. They’ll clothe me to save the world from seeing my pimply backside during the evening news. And pay me to wear their stuff.

I’m gonna be richer than God.

first published and borrowed with thanks from rum & monkey   http://rumandmonkey.com/articles/67/

The Pekingese Falcon

12 Wednesday Sep 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Uncategorized

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Pekingese Falcon

by Benjamin

She stood in my office, panting, all legs and neck and muzzle. She was a great dame, alright.

I’d been snoozing in my basket, not a care in the world, dreaming about squirrels. Why was it always squirrels? Those slippery bastards always seemed to get away. But then there she was, standing there in front of me, and my dreams took on a different tone.

“Are you Woofus?”

“I am,” I replied, as nonchalant as I could manage. “Private Investigator for hire and part-time puddle drinker. What can I do for you?”

She wagged. Just a little, but enough so that I could see what she was thinking. “I need your help.”

My ears pricked. A fine piece of tail and a job? The day was looking up.

Turned out that someone had been taking her food. Just a little each night, but enough that she noticed it was gone. Exactly the kind of kibble that makes me mad. That bowl was all she had in the world, and someone takes it right out from under her. What a world.

I took the job. Whether I’d let her pay, I wasn’t quite sure yet. First I needed to talk to the right people.

Owie Howie was the neighborhood hedgehog. A real spiky fella, from the wrong side of the fence. Slept all day, roamed the area at night. You had to be sharp to see him, but whenever there was trouble, he’d be there. Luckily, I knew that he’d always talk eventually. A single saucer of milk was all he needed.

Sure enough, he was snoozing under a hedgerow when I found him. I slid the milk towards him with one paw. Wordlessly.

He looked up at me, startled. “Talk,” I said.

“I haven’t done nothin’,” Howie said.

“I’d bet a boneful of kibble that you have,” I said. “But that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about. I’m here about a dame.”

“I didn’t touch her,” Howie said. “Whatever she tells you, she’s lying.”

“Touch who?”

“Lena Dachshund.”

“I’m not here about Lena Dachshund,” I barked. “But you keep your spiky paws to yourself. I’m talking about a real tall dame. Came to me this morning. Said her food was missing. Just a little bit. Sounds like the work of a professional thief, if you ask me.”

Howie looked up at me. There was fear in his eyes, clear as day, even through his milky haze. “I don’t know nothin’ about that.”

I put one paw down on the saucer of milk so hard that it flipped right out onto the lawn. “Talk, damnit. I ain’t gonna ask you again.”

“This is deep,” Howie said. “Too deep even for you, Woofus. Turn away. Turn away now while you still have the chance.”

“I ain’t never turned away from a dame,” I growled, my voice real low. “And I ain’t doing it now. Enjoy your milk, Howie.” I left him, desperately licking milk from blades of grass, out there in the open. Guys like Howie were shameless. I wasn’t about to take advice from him, particularly not now he had told me everything I needed to know.

That looks of fear could only mean one thing around here. There was only one hound sick enough to produce that kind of reaction from a guy like Howie. And I was going to schnuffle him out.

To be continued …

 

 

 

 

by Ben – First published by and reblogged (with deep admiration and thanks) from Rum & Monkey

http://rumandmonkey.com/humor/2012/05/22/the-pekingese-falcon/

 

The Sound of Pets and Other Things

07 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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Beach Bots, Pet Sounds

Playlist by Algernon

Recently the Rolling Stones celebrated 50 years together as a group. The Beach Boys first formed in 1961 and released their first album in 1962.  Their most prolific period was the 1960’s.  Pet sounds was arguably one of their best and significant albums.

Here is a selection of their music, and in particular Pet  Sounds.  For Chicago and Elton John – look out for the backing vocals

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-E4FRtrD9aQ

Wouldn’t it be nice

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2r1V3oDSydM

Caroline No

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdov2UIjUpY

Sloop John B

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOMyS78o5YI

God only knows

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivmRlLt4g8c

Pet sounds

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwGkv7cuM1k

Let’s go away for awhile

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZbgAeR5wx0

You still believe in me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qqyx4TW4Ptw

I can hear music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCeD_6Y3GQc

Good Vibrations

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cplwH-sPn4Q

Cottonfields

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAaaiJ2YHI0

Bluebirds over the mountain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6sYAr9EId4

Wishing you were here – Chicago

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQfhQvj724g

Don’t let the sun go down on me – Elton John

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYJJHSk0bnA

That’s not me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74rreG0k5lA

Surfing Safari

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81BjS3k_FZ8

Help me Rhonda

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0av63J-OuQ

California Girls

Fathers’ Day

02 Sunday Sep 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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Fathers Day

 

Playlist by Algernon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6c0P5sWCWg

Papa was a rolling stone – The Temptations

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsvmVDejbe4

Papa’s got a brand new bag – James Brown

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IigRv6B763k

My Father’s Eyes – Eric Clapton

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUwjNBjqR-c

Cats in the Cradle – Harry Chapin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q29YR5-t3gg

Father and Son – Cat Stevens

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGUP8oc9Bgs

Daddy sang Bass – Johnny Cash

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqCRwu2aDEs

Only daddy that’ll walk the line – Waylon Jennings

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXbrS3Msgww

Son of my Father  – Chicory Tip

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqR24ODVlcE

Father and Daughter – Paul Simon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkxqxWgEEz4

Papa don’t preach – Madonna

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FYJZeQaIUU

Child is the Father of the man – Beach Boys

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_IwX3P9BKo

My Father’s House – Bruce Springsteen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYHYV1Oa8nk

Daddy’s all gone – James Taylor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8dJlvSbAf8

Daddy could swear I declare – Gladys Knight and the Pips

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7GeZ3YmONw

My old mans a dustman – Lonnie Donegan

 

Calling Leigh Sales a Cow – Moosic to my Ears

29 Wednesday Aug 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Cricics, Critics, Everyone's a Critic, Emmjay, Politics in the Pig's Arms

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Chris Uhlmann, cow, Graeme Morris, Leigh Sales, mysogyny

I’d rather be a cow than a dinosaur. Sexism versus ageism.

The recent post at the Drum (Finishing the Job on Misogyny, August 29) about the Grahame Morris spat is all politically correct stuff.  Who could seriously argue that calling a much exalted TV reporter “a cow” is acceptable ?

But neither is a so-called senior TV reporter entitled to talk over the top of her hosts’ answers and ask disgraceful questions that show a complete lack of respect for the positions of PM and other senior ministers.  We can see that scoundrels are lying through their teeth, Ms Sales.  You don’t need to prove it !

I think that Ms Sales and Mr Uhlmann are both a disgrace to their profession.  In my book they do not enjoy the same social status as the leaders of our country and they should show some respect.

Neither have they contributed anything positive to the nation.  This is not informing Australians.  It’s a pathetic attempt at racing the commercial stations to the bottom, most of the time.

Ms Sales and Mr Uhlmann are both just sh1t-stirrers at a time the nation is oversupplied with the same.

It seems that Wayne Swan, Julia Gillard and Bill Shorten have been coached and have finally been able to deal with Ms Sales and Mr Uhlmann’s goading.  Not only do they seem to not lose their cool under cross-examination, they seem to also be able to sell the message they came on screen to deliver – and frustrate the shit out of dickhead reporters at the same time.  I love the standard line “Well, I don’t accept the premise of your question, Leigh / Chris”.

Not a chance in hell that Tony Abbot or Joe or anyone on the Opposition front bench has the brains to pull the same thing off.  If they keep up being policy free and Labor keeps on handing out the goodies, it’s a monster turnaround – but no thanks to shock-jock tactics in the ABC.

In that regard, isn’t it a pleasant change to see the reporting end as buffoon rather than as a try hard would be inquisitor ?

People Have the Power

26 Sunday Aug 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms, Entertainment Upstairs

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music, People Power

Playlist by Algernon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3OIfuVpocU

Young gifted and black – Nina Simone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PipX3l1tEeU&feature=related

Don’t let me be misunderstood – Nina Simone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXYC3Uq6MYw

Go tell it on the mountain – The Blind boys of Alabama

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbO2_077ixs

A change is gonna come – Sam Cooke

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xLD4bVZZlc

Keep your eyes on the prize – Pete Seeger

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUKB3PxG-0E

If I had a hammer – Peter Paul & Mary

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AH8hPRCr72w

The time they are a changing – Bob Dylan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjSpO2B6G4s

For what its worth – Buffalo Springfield

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sClOBgr1SnI

Hurricane – Bob Dylan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9BA6fFGMjI

Mercy Mercy Me – Marvin Gaye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4qzwmeXNQA

Allentown – Billy Joel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPR-HyGj2d0

People have the power  -Patti Smith

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUBnxqEVKlk

I am Woman – Helen Reddy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Puo6gROmgeo

Power and the Passion – Midnight Oil

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6mKMV0d2cs

Peace Train – Cat Stevens

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgVOR28iG_o

Everyday People – Sly and the Family Stone

Steve Jobs Story – a Bad Job

26 Sunday Aug 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Cricics, Critics, Everyone's a Critic, Ladies Lounge

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Apple, Book review, iPad, iPhone, IPod, Lisa, Newton, Steve Jobs, Walter Isacson

Posture – it’s everything, isn’t it ? The Apple Lisa and a curious onlooker

Story by First Mate

The IT industry of the past was not only managed by different companies like IBM, ICL, Prime, DEC etc., but within those companies lived tribes and families.  I was a tribal member within several tribes and more than a few companies.  It was good.  For over twenty years I enjoyed the protection and development provided by my tribal elders.

There was no such thing as job insecurity.  Everyone recognized the special talents of other team members and leaders and we put up with their foibles and sometimes straight out fuckwittery.  At the end of the day loyalty to the tribe was paramount.  Many great things were created and impossible deadlines were routinely met or bettered.  We were simply too busy to bear grudges or feel hard done by because we had encountered turds like Steve Jobs.  Life was a fascinating roller coaster ride and sometimes our tribes got wiped out by unfortunate turns of events, but there was always a galaxy of other tribes looking for talent and keen to bring us on board.

The seventies, eighties and nineties were rocketing along for anyone who could speak IT and like so many of our colleagues lucky enough to get our mittens on some cool electronica, and like so many people who actually touched Steve Job’s life in some way, the Australian computer cognoscenti too have boundless stories of derring do, outrageous behaviour and just plain madness.

There are stories of incredible sales feats (like conning the Federal government into thinking that flooding schools with PCs was a good idea and insisting that teachers somehow “incorporate them into the curriculum”) led to sales bonuses up to and including space travel.

And now – in times where the usual modus operandi is to watch your back and simultaneously duck shove your “colleague’s” career into oblivion to climb the greasy corporate ladder, the mind-numbing boredom of making no obvious mistakes has led to a dearth of interesting new folk-law.  Not tedious minutiae.  Real, death before dishonour, live-forever stories that even outsiders can appreciate.

But the authorised Steve Jobs biography is not one of those. Walter Isaacson has meticulously hunted down every snippet of Job’s not uneventful life, excused him for his tactlessness and poor personal hygiene and recorded every heartbeat, every morsel of junk food, every abuse of positional power and a mountain of toadying and skunkworks and implied that Jobs has been some new messiah.

Reading into the fine print, however, the truth appears to be a simpler notion – that Jobs was good at hunting down really clever but gullible engineers and appropriating their amazing ideas, incorporating them into a greater vision, flogging other poor bastards to make the great ideas a reality and then stepping back, taking the adoration and repeating the process.

Some of us who are old enough do appreciate the brilliant products that Apple brought to the world.  When the early iPods were released and had enough storage to hold an average western person’s record collection several times over and still fit comfortably in a geek or music aficionado’s top pocket (after the vinyl had been turned into MP3 digital files), the writing was on the wall for the record industry.  When video became portable and bandwidth became cheap, the same writing hit the wall for the print media industry.

Jobs was not alone in leading the revolution, but Apple’s recent products and service offerings have turned the digital life on its head and created many new good and equally bad paradigms.  Did you know that the numbers of pedestrians being mown down while crossing the street while they have been focussed totally on their portable communication engines has doubled in the US in the last two years ?  Same for the number of people convicted of traffic accidents that curiously involved them when they mistook texting for one of the important driving tasks.  Or do you routinely see cyclists as well as drivers too dumb to realise that plugging in an iPod takes away an important part of their survival arsenal – namely hearing a car approaching in their blind spots ?

Anyone who has travelled by train in the last year or so cannot but be surprised by the number of their fellow passengers with white in-ear headphones connected to their iPods, iPads and iPhones – or the pale Android imitations thereof.  This is a new host of individuals, acting like a flock of sheep.  Possessed by the world flooding in through their Interweb tubes, oblivious to the life going on just outside their personal spaces, indifferent and incapable of telling the difference between reality as it is personally experienced and some selective synthesis of a new reality conceived by someone else.

But enough of Job’s legacy.  On to the book itself.

Boring, tedious name-dropping crap.  Rich in its cast of characters, but with no more character development than the telephone book.  The hardcover book hit the stands at $50 a copy – an outrageous rip-off.

The Newton left pencil and paper shivering in their socks. Not.

So I read what I had hoped were familiar parts of the downloaded e-book -costing about half the hard back, looking for some of Job’s less successful contributions – namely the Lisa (named for his one-time shunned daughter) that was incredibly expensive for its time and lacked one important ingredient – actual software that did useful things, and the progenitor of the iPad – the Newton hand-held personal assistant – with the single failing that it didn’t actually work very often, or, looked at another way – it made simple paper-based tasks even more tedious.

This is referred to in marketing circles as “not a very compelling offer”.  These two Apple products died the horrible death they richly deserved.

There are a few pages about the Lisa.  I don’t know whether the Newton gets a mention.  It probably does, but the narrative on the Lisa was so boring, it made me glad that I had only wasted $25 and not the full whack for the hard copy.

In a nutshell, enjoy your Apple products, but don’t waste your time or money on the book.  It’s a major stinker – whether you are part of the IT industry or not.

SMH Publishes Something Worthwhile

22 Wednesday Aug 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Entertainment Upstairs

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Bras, Edinburgh Fringe Festival, hedgehogs, jokes, Olyympics, Posh and Becks, Snow White

Stanmore Tree Hugger – Brark

So today the Herald published the results of the Edinburgh Festival Jokes Competition:

7.  I needed  password eight characters long so I picked Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

6.  Hedgehogs – why can’t they just share the hedge ?

5.  I took part in the suntanning Olympics.  I just got bronze

4.  I’ve just been on a once-in-a-lifetime holiday.  I tell you, never again.

3.  I saw a documentary about how ships are kept together.  It was rivetting.

2.  Last night me and my girlfriend watched three videos back to back.  Fortunately I was facing the TV.

1.  You know who really gives kids a bad name ?  Posh and Becks.

Yes, I know….. this is beyond the SMH, it was a quote from the Guardian …. who quoted a dozen other sources……. Oh well. not so much a newspaper as a concentrator of other people’s news.

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