I hope that Europeans realise that it really only is absence that makes their hearts grow so strangely fond of Noam Chomsky, and that they don’t take up Eric Bakovic’s suggestion and deprive the Empire of a major source of export revenues. I first bumped into Chomsky when an ambitious professor thought it would be…
Someone claiming to be in LeMeaux has mailed to refute M’s suggestion that our mayor, Joan Clos, had made some kind of artificial addition to his beloved Hampton Wick. So what the hell’s wrong with him then?
André Hazes, the notable (but not notably abstemious–he famously lit up in the no-smoking cinema in which his life-film was being premiered) Dutch singer, died yesterday morning. RIP, one would think, but the Dutch music industry is smart–and tacky–enough not to miss a fiscal-friendly moment like this: Enschede a/ Zee has scanned the condolence ad…
From Popbitch: Abu al-Zarqawi is the mastermind behind this week’s gruesome hostage beheadings in Iraq. By filming himself doing the beheadings and then selling the resulting snuff movies as DVDs all over the Middle East, al-Zarqawi has turned himself into radical Islam’s hottest celebrity. What nobody has pointed out is how influenced by hip hop…
Right headline, wrong story from Deutsche Welle: what the DB Vorstand really wanted to communicate is that German rail privatisation will proceed according to plan, and that under a new CEO, one Kurtis Blow, trains will be marketed to a wider public by using them at night for 70s-style hiphop parties.
I’ve turned on the blog feature that requires me to OK commenters first time round. This is to stop a gentleman not a million miles from here who has been spamming the comment sections. It provides me with no more information about you than I already have, and no legitimate and reasonably sane person will…
It may come as something of a surprise to Europeans that Geoff Pullum and Prentiss Riddle expect a bus company to provide clearly articulated, comprehensive information.
If the items here from The Bugle’s Dicktionary are the best Andrew Pegler can come up with, then either we’re being conned and there are lots of dirtier books out there or the Australian language (why’s it not in Strine?) is dying out for lack of manure: Hungry a*** Park the custard Heave a Havana,…
Mistress Puss has departed for the hill, so it’s time for another beast to abuse, kill and eat the 5-6cm American (they’re actually African) cockroaches (Periplaneta americana) which are displacing their smaller German cousins here and which crawl upstairs every time the sewers flood or the bar downstairs runs out of tortilla. A farmer I…