So, I finally this afternoon worked out why I've been getting random PMs all week. It's because I'm needed to help out with solving the
Eurozone crisis. However, after turning my mighty, non-box-constrained brain to the problems and having a conflab with Robert Peston (yes, the solution involved running the Royal Mint on a dynamo), it turns out
Malc, Myp and Bobby have already helped out. Not so much the Frankfurt Group as the Frank N Furter Group, but well done, guys! That's certainly solved everything.
Anyway, whilst we currently seem safe over here on our merry fortress island from the trials and tribulations that the filthy forrins are suffering from, we can still do our bit to help the recovery of the UK economy on this extremely important day by
smashing mammoths in the face (just make sure that
you were quiet whilst queuing this morning, eh?). Or smashing mammoths in the face AND
pretending to be a slightly creepy Bruce Willis stalking Hayley Joe Osment. Or smashing mammoths in the face, pretending to be a slightly creepy Bruce Willis AND
buying the same game we all bought last year and the year before that. You know it makes sense. Your country needs you to SPEND YOUR MONEY. Mali has taken time out from commenting on
the clash of civilisations to let us know that
he apparently has some spare cash, so he should be able to give us all a bit of quantitative easing to help out (although not the sort Zardoz would prefer).
Buying games isn't the only way you can help save the economy - the ever generous people of Easter Island are inviting you to attend the next
Euro-summit, which for reasons of satire is being held in the European Culture Capital of 2008. I'm sure some huge brain storming will be taking place there. However, attendees are advised to book their seats early to
avoid disappointment, and to hold onto your wallets because the Northerns are feeling the pinch.
In times such as these it's right that we remember those less fortunate than ourselves - say, those people who
can't afford haircuts or trousers. Please, guys, let's bail ourselves out of seeing that again, eh?
This week has also seen the end of everyone's favourite aging lothario over in Italy. He will be sadly missed. On the plus side, he can now spend more time wondering what it would be like to be
a ball-licking beast that smells like a wet rug, or
man's best friend.
Given how we're all DOOOOOOOOMED, we could do with some cheering up. So, this week's posts thereof:
Sadly, there are some victims of capitalism,
including Malc74's family. Our thoughts go out to them at this difficult time.
Zardoz has also chipped in on
how to deal with a problem (or pro-belm, if you like the typo) like myp. I'm fairly sure we could apply this to Greece and Italy, too.
Ever wondered what you'd do if you were Zardoz for a day? Malc74 has
given it a lot of thought.We all know Grim… likes to give us advice on what to do in the cold weather, but it seems he's
taken a personal interest in Mr Dave's wellbeing. Malabelm has been
thinking of the kids. Well, you worry about your peer group, eh?
Zardoz
gets all obscure, and slightly confused over
who he is.Many thanks to this week's contributors: Doc G, Mr Dave, Malc74, Wullie, Mr Russell, Craster, Kalmar, MaliA, Zardoz, Zaphod79 and flis.
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