bumper honk
Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007Today I invented a list of pretend bumper stickers, although I can’t take credit for “Honk” and “Baby”, and “Mewl” is a private joke for a chum.
Today I invented a list of pretend bumper stickers, although I can’t take credit for “Honk” and “Baby”, and “Mewl” is a private joke for a chum.
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flip turned upside down
Now I’d like to take a minute, to spit some rhymes
About how I went outside and I was quite some time.
Shortly after a zombie apocalypse, there is always all A4 photocopying paper all over the streets. Why is this? Two recent examples are the opening scenes from 28 Days Later and the final scene from Resident Evil. Mrs Rockets suggests that once the humans have fled, the zombies go looking through filing [...]
In Scotland I worked for some months in an IT department with a twinkly eyed little old man called Nairn. Every morning I would ask how his hands were doing, because he had a skin condition. His chapped hands would not have looked out of place hanging from a string in a Parisian [...]
Here are my ideas for other shows to have after Space Cadets.
Battersea Cadets: 6 really stupid people are locked in a cage full of dog poo for a week. They think they are in Battersea… but they are not! In the cage, they make balloon animals (not dogs or cats) and play Musical [...]
Original artwork by some Spanish dude. Dialogue accidentally provided by Imp.
You can all join in. No cheating. These commissioned for here, made by clever twig:
WOW
Words for Birds
This week in WOmb Wisdom magazine: Extended feature on the killing of Jamie Bulger. Free gift with this issue: a simulated cassette recording of the tragic tot’s screams.
Next week: The shocking story of little Katie, who was sexually abused by her rugged, Steve McQueen lookalike uncle. Also, we recount the ordeal [...]
Extract from borderline boiler J K Rowling’s exclusive interview with Jeremy Paxman.
JP: I’ve asked you eight times now. Why do people buy your books?
JK: I’ve captured the imaginations of young and old, and taken them for a ride. I mean, a magical journey.
A pale Youth, whose verve had worn thin,
Once swallowed a gallon of Gin.
He collapsed with a mewl
As cedillas of drool
Did gyrate at his slack, hispid chin.