The Guerilla Girls are coming.
Art meets cars.
And speaking of art, “London’s galleries and museums should open until 10 at night to give people an alternative to binge drinking, the London Assembly is expected to say.” BBC

Today is three years since I got my proper UK work permit. Assuming immigration laws don’t change again (and they’re unlikely to without the impetus of an election campaign), I could apply for permanent residency in another year.
If I got it, I could work anywhere in the UK, without needing a permit. I’d be able to contract, and earn loads of money. I assume I’ll still love working at the museum, so it might be an interesting dilemma.

This week I made up a pun and an insult. Are you ready?
How did the geek get out of prison?
She used the \ key!
Last week I made up a pun, possibly even worse than that one:
What did the Frenchman yell when his poo turned out green?
Verde!!
Oh, and one I made up last month:
What do you call a Moroccan having a sulk because the market didn’t have what he came to buy?
A souk!
I have no idea why I’m inflicting these on you all now. Sorry.

This Friday, give generously to the Children in Tweed charity appeal.

Congratulations R&J!
New UK most wanted site not as good as my most wanted site. Maybe I should make a UK version.
In other news, UN debut for $100 laptop for poor
“The laptops are powered with a wind-up crank, have very low power consumption and will let children interact with each other while learning.
… it will rely on open-source software so that support for local content and languages can easily be built.”

Classy New Zealand toilets.

“We don’t usually flag secret raids by press release”

Hi from Siauliai, Lithuania.
So far I’ve accidentally stayed in a brothel in Latvia, had a personal escort by a PVC-shorts clad go-go dancer (male, sadly) through Riga’s only gay club, become addicted to vegie dumplings and pickles… oh, and seen lots of museums and churchs and sights and stuff. Beautiful Art Nouveau buildings.
Off to see Hill of Crosses today, Kaunus tonight, back to London tomorrow.
And for the girls – yes, it is, and yes, I know.

Rachel, have you seen this? San Francisco in jelly. (Thanks Ernest!)
No posts for a while as I’m off to Latvia tomorrow, I fly back from Lithuania on Wednesday. I haven’t yet worked out what I’ll do in-between.

“What do homosexuals have to do to have their partner noticed by the Howard Government these days? Get involved in a terrorist plot perhaps.
In an inconsistency that has the gay lobby fired up, two pieces of legislation tabled in Parliament this week are at odds on gay partners.
Gay terror suspects have won recognition of relationships, but gay workers have not.” (The Age)