I finally snapped, and said, “Captain Corelli’s Mandolin just Mills and Boon for the pseudo-intellectual” and got away with it.

Turns out the internet doesn’t know about everything after all.

There are some genius entries in this week’s caption competition.
I’m also liking the ‘peas bomb plot‘ story: “German saboteurs claimed they were planning to attack wartime Britain using exploding cans of processed peas, according to secret files.”
…
“Their tactic, of asking the first person they met if they could be taken to the IRA, did not work.
The man took them to the police instead. ”

Courtesy of James:
One day (just before Christmas, probably), Good King Wenceslas decided that he was fed up with the food at the palace, so he phoned up his local Italian restaurant for a takeaway pizza.
“Certainly, your Majesty” says the Manager, “Would you like your usual”?
“Yes please,” replied the King, “same as always – deep pan, crisp and even”.
(What’s the etiquette for blogging something another blogger sent you by email?)

No reason. Mallards are just incredibly cute.

I really like this photo journal from a South Korean whose first overseas trip was to North Korea.
This is ubercool but it doesn’t know the word ‘breasts’.

Water-waster caught in 5am sting: “Sydney Water’s first drought bust, a $220 fine issued for water wastage, was the result of an intelligence gathering operation that lasted several days” (news.com.au)

“Moscovites caught kissing in public places could be fined if city authorities pass a new law currently under consideration, according to a Russian newspaper.” (BBC)

Ahhh, last night. Went to see Spy 51 and some other bands at Exit Live, then I made an utter tit of myself on the dancefloor with James. Sometimes you can’t fuck the patriarchy by dirty dancing the wrong way round.

Heh