Booze

This is a can of Super in a phonebox - it's strongly evocative of a great story. I wanted to know how the can got in there and what the phone conversation was like, how the guy fumbled dropping change then urinated in the phone box. Who do people that are wasted on Super even call? Or maybe they weren't even in there to make a call.

For those who don't know 'super' or 'spesh' (Special Brew) is high strength, budget-focussed lager, a.k.a. binner brew or tramp juice (good website here).

Walking down the street about 50 yards, I find this – it’s the best shop window display of anything I've seen in a while. Bright colours, patterns, loads of spesh - this must be like seeing the image of God on the Sistine Chapel ceiling for tramps.



Carrying on with the booze theme, this is a Jack Daniels ad on the tube. Call me cynical, but I can't really picture any kind of domestic bliss involving a whiskey-obsessed barrelman, Diane, and a dog. This is a guy who names his dog 'Butch', by the way.



I went for a night out in “Norwich” town centre. Quite good. Lots of hotties, lots of police. Anyway this late night pissed-food shop has definitely got it right with the neon. It’s like a lighthouse for hungry drunken revellers, and I reckon it gets used as a meeting point and geographical reference as well. Mega Munch.

A Fierce Bad Insect

I love Beatrix Potter, especially the more inane and judgemental ones. Here is a tribute, or remix, if you prefer, of "The Story of a Fierce, Bad Rabbit".


Click on either image to see the full size version.


Mail me if you want to see the whole thing.

My high street

Guess I must be in Chelsea now. Stay tuned for more of the freshest posh nonsense from SW3.

Bin Ban Flim Flam

LONDON - Liverpool Street Station McDonalds bins are all out of action, because they might contain explosives rather than just rubbish.



Looks like a bin, but it's got.. no .. opening ... to .. insert rubbish... maybe on the other side of it... or wait was I just on this side... the sides are completely smooth.. maybe it wasn't a bin after all? so why have they left this wooden bin-like pillar here... with a notice about bins on it? *malfunction malfunction*

On the up-side, it is pretty funny watching groups of puzzled people standing round an ex-bin wondering if they should wait for help, leave their rubbish on top, or just call the police.

Shhh! I'm in disguise. As a, um... walking coconut.

"Huffard's team filmed the apple-sized Octopus marginatus in the tropical waters of Indonesia. Instead of its usual sprawling crawl, O. marginatus fled from divers by striding on two arms, with the rest of its arms wrapped around its body, giving it the appearance of a walking coconut." - Nature.com



Ok, so it's not an insect, or even an arthropod probably. BUT when startled, it throws 6 of its arms up around its head then runs away backwards, pretending to be a coconut. This is the first creature found to use an elegant form of slapstick farce as a survival mechanism.

If it didn't live underwater, biology tells us it would make an audible noise like "eeeeeeeeeeee" or "wololuwolululululululu" whilst fleeing, and would almost certainly habitate areas strewn with discarded banana peels.

Whole article here. It even has video clips!!!