Running out of clean knickers

Isn’t English a wonderful language? That phrase popped into my head as I wandered past the laundry basket a minute ago, followed instantly by the image of a woman tripping along the street while running out of a pair of knickers.

But that’s not the quote of the day. For that we turn to today’s edition of The Weakest Link. We have “Nici”, a mortgage advisor with an attitude problem and an aging hag in black:

Question: The first Christmas radio broadcast in 1932 by King George V was written by which well known poet and author?

Answer: Oliver Cromwell.

Hmm. Back to the links eh?

Howard Stone is an odd man. Happily, he has shared the results of that oddness with us via the interweb in Pavement Terror.

My name is Howard Stone. Briefly, some years ago I had a delivery job in Southampton, England (I won’t say what I was delivering or for whom). It was very boring and badly paid but I soon found a way of livening it up.

I discovered that the van I had to drive could very easily be persuaded to produce very loud, frightening backfires as and when I wanted it to (I’m not telling you how, find out for yourselves) and as I’ve always been keen on photography, I tried an experiment. Read more…

I hate Graeme. For it is he who first pointed me toward Guess-the-Google. Do not click on that link if you have supper to prepare, children to bathe and get to bed – in fact, don’t click on that link if you have any sort of life at all. It will suck you in and bleed you dry. Really…

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