Be Excellent To Each Other

Amazed we don't have one of these threads already.

Anyway, saw this image in this BBC News story, and thought it too good not to share.

Jamie Oliver calls for a return to a wartime diet:

I found this image, but had no reason to post it. Until now.

Is that some Dynasty Warriors Cos Play?

http://english.peopledaily.com.cn/20060 ... 80977.html

Giant rat's aren't just the fare of D&D it seems.

ROUSs? I don't believe they exist...

...AAARRRGGGHHH!

Coming back to the office from lunch, I was faced with this:



Somebody hasn't bothered to learn Force Levitate, then.

Zardoz, how did you obtain that image of me?!

You left it on my pillow next to the Milk Tray.

Shit marketing there. "Horse flesh".

"Pony burgers" would be a far better name.

"Grab yer Footlongs!"

Gives a whole new meaning to 'grey meat'.

Handlong, surely?

Theres a floor tiler in the north east somewhere whos company is called 'Bonnie Tiler'.

There's some company around here with huge trucks trundling past with "Fuch's Lubricants" written on the side.

Their front page is mildly amusing too.

Given the huge excitement generated by my fishtank thread on the other forum, I bring pictures!

Fish!


Fish!


Kitty TV!

+10 bananas for amusing inclusion of cat in the third picture.

Friend of mine and quiet but upstanding board member "Jamesoff" got 2 cats yesterday, the pic is eerily similar.

Heh, those pictures are ace!

I used to have a lovely cat and a big tank of fish when I was a young girl. Mel (the cat) would ignore the fish completely. I later got my very own fish bowl with two goldfish - one day one of the fish made a big for freedom whilst I was watching TV - it jumped up and landed on the carpet. i didn't see, but Mel started to mew, loudly. i went over and she was standing above the fish - I managed to get the fish back into the bowl quite quickly and it was fine

your cats a snitch.

My internet will probably be cut off at midnight, or tomorrow morning.

Having all your flatmates move out with only 10 hours' notice (overnight) would be really great if I had the money to fill the place with booze and whores. And didn't have a deadline tomorrow. Bastards.

I have three and a half biscuits to last until 1pm tomorrow. And some dry pasta, although they took the saucepans as well so there's not a lot I can do with it.

Woe.

What's happened? Do you know why they have all moved out? Did they have it planned for a long time and you have only just found out or was it a snap decision? Were you about to start charging them £2 a month to talk to you? And why's your internet being cut off? Should we send you more biscuits? I have one around here somewhere...



Quick - there's an hour and five minutes left - what's happened?

Ages ago, I gave a link to the sublime Hoppipolla by Sigur Ros (I'm not sure how much airplay it got on the radio, given its... bizarre nature)

Some KIND SOUL off the official Sigur Ros website has made an instrumental version, thus saving us all from those godawful nasal Icelandic vocals*.

http://www.freewebs.com/briancampy/HoppInstBriC.mp3

Download, share and enjoy.

*I'm not saying that all Icelandic people are godawful or nasal. But honestly, why why why spoil such a melody with such singing? It's like making the world's best ever cheesecake, and then forcing people to eat it with forks made of dog shit.

Its not icelandic, its his own pretentious made up language, although i quite like it in that song. oh in icelandic ambient wars, Múm wins.

No fish-type thread is complete without a photo of FAT CHOPS, THE MUTANT GOLDFISH!

saddest goldfish that couldnt cry, so his tearducts inflated.

Another picture from my holiday.

How Orwellian. Keep the Proles subdued with booze, and watch them to make sure they don't do anything subversive.

Our contract here (where I'm frankly quite happy - the estate agents are wankers and haven't fixed half a dozen very minor problems, and there are a few very minor problems with the house that won't affect us anyway since we don't own it) runs out in September. We've found another house, and the landlord, a friend, kindly offered to let us move in from June and not pay rent until September since we can't get out of this contract and his place will be empty anyway. He then said we can move in whenever, though he won't care when.

My flatmates, having absolutely no patience whatsoever (hence the ten-takeaways-in-ten-days-even-though-I-do-all-the-washing-up thing that happens twice a month), deciced to move instantly. It's always a bloody snap decision. It usually doesn't affect me directly so I just quietly moan to my other friends and let them get on with it, but this is a little different. They're really quite lucky I'm not vindictive enough to just walk out and leave them with a flat they can't afford without me and a baby on the way.

Fortunately BT are incompetent and haven't cut here off yet. I've got a bit of work done and might be able to not starve (seriously, I've survived for three days on pasta and some tinned tuna that I found. If they hadn't forgotten to take the tin opener I'd feel pretty sick right about now), but without internet access for the next fortnight I'll not be able to work much, so won't get much money, so will be living off porridge and potato cakes for another couple of months before I can even think of going out for a drink for the first time in two months. Although I don't actually know anyone here yet because on the three occasions where I've had spare money I've spent it all on visiting people in London and Canterbury.

And it's a year since I fell in love with my ex today. And some people who were going to visit me have decided to go to Barcelona instead, without remembering the time I quit my job so that I could go to Barcelona with them (and they then turned round and changed the date so we couldn't go after all) and considering that maybe this would be a bit of a double slap in the face.

Oh god, I need to sleep. Five more hours. I'm sorry everyone. Sorry.

Get some sleep. You'll feel right as ninepence after.

Can't. Got a meeting. Then I've got to pack and move house, or I won't have any electricity to heat my pasta tonight.

You're right though, it'll feel a bit less hopeless after being unconscious for a day or two. Probably.

It made me smile as I hadn't noticed the camera until I looked at the photo when I got home.

Mrs A has a good eye for photos.

If it's a good contract where you are, why did they move at all.

Well, I am so sorry to hear that - you seem to be having a tough time So, you are moving out - are you moving to the other flat? Sorry, but your flatmates and friends sound very selfish, and your friends do not sound very thoughtful, either.

I hope that you get all of your woes sorted out soon. I wish I had more practical advice to offer

Did you giggle as much as I did the first time I went to Ireland and saw "Abrakebabra"?

Yes a lot.

And then it turned to tears as IT WAS GOOD FRIDAY AND I COULDN'T GET ANY BOOZE AND THERE'S FUCK ALL TO DO IN CORK WHEN IT GETS DARK AND EVERYTHING IS SHUT SO IF SHE'S UP THE DUFF NOW IT'S THE FUCKING CATHOLIC'S FAULT!

EDIT: I'll stick links to them all up if anyone wants.

Apparently, my car has an immobiliser.

I didn't realise this until just now when it refused to start. Grr.

Are you sure your car has petrol? Were you using your house keys instead of your car ones? Was it even your car?

In front of me, I have my list of things to do at work for the week.

What is left to do, today, takes about 5 minutes, tops to complete. I can sit at this computer until 4-55pm, and do it then, or jsut do it now, and leave early, seeing as I really should be more productive in the job hunting department than I have been of late. Boss is away today.

I think I'll jsut do it and head off.

My car's dropped a shock absorber. Something you want to find out before the first speed bump.

It's got a full tank. No and yes.

I knew it had the worlds most useless alarm (In that it flashes its lights, but makes no sound), but that you couldn't start your car was unknown to me. and as the remote had stopped working, I couldn't turn off the entire alarm system. Fortunately, I remembered reading how to resync the remote, and so spent a little bit of time playing around with the car battery (now called sparky) until all was right.

Either the immobiliser reader going in the ignition or the bit in the key going dead are very common problems with VW Polos. Useless fact there for you.

Also: Fiat Ducato vans.

That's arguably better than a noisy alarm - the immobiliser actually stops them taking the car.

If Dimrill and Grim... bred:
Borderline NSFW image

Oh no it's Grimrill................

Well done, you Zardoz! Just, fantastic.

It's been lovely speaking to you all, I hope that the new board goes well. I won't be reading these forums any more, sadly, due to the fact that I now have to go and GOUGE OUT MY EYES.

Cue half the board defensively mewling 'What... what's wrong with him? Is that man... is that an ugly man?' and pulling really sad faces at Mimi.

Sweet Zombie Jesus. Not terribly work (or indeed home) safe, that. Although technically it is, I suppose, but I just don't fancy explaining it to someone from IT Security.

I wish I had a skullet