Archive for the 'Eeewww' Category


Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

At the weekend we went and watched a round of the BTCC at Oulton Park. It’s an excellent circuit, with a refreshing lack of over-the-top rules (you can park where you want, sit where you want (within reason!), take food, drink, camping chairs, and even barbecues. Hell, you can even camp there, which seems like a giggle if the weather’s good. Practice day especially was very relaxed- a gentle wander, watch some qualifying, and then off to the pub for food & beer.

I’ve never been to motor racing before: TV doesn’t convey the noise or speed: the back-popping, the rumble over the kerbs, the scream of an engine at an awful lot of revs for a car.

It was an amazingly hot weekend: we left a little early, exhausted and sweaty (eeww), and got back into the aircon.

Barrack Obama and Fisting

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009


Urinal Test

Monday, January 12th, 2009

I remember an old version of this years ago. The essential etiquette of Gentlemen’s micturation.

My score: 40 out of 60.

Walsall Stinks

Friday, May 16th, 2008

Well, the smell around Leicester St has an unknown cause. Could it be the skanky types that can be found there sometimes?

Human Interface Device

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008


The Great Unwashed

Sunday, July 15th, 2007

On Friday we managed to get a 1.75 hour drive home, so we only visited a couple of local pubs, and the nearest curry house.

I really like the smoking ban in pubs. I’m not sure the current law is right (why shouldn’t people smoke in a company car, for example), but the fact that I don’t have to sit in a haze of smoke rocks.

However, there is a downside.

Certain individuals frequenting the local pubs seem to have a flexible attitude to personal hygiene. Flexible meaning ‘infrequent’ in this case. They stink, and the fag smoke doesn’t mask it any more. The thing I don’t understand here is that sweat (from working hard, for example) doesn’t smell. Not washing does.


On a less eeeew note, the wonderful Victoria smelt of beer the other day, which was nice.

Shaking Hands With The Governor Of Love

Wednesday, June 20th, 2007

Look what can happen when you concentrate on the job in hand, as it were.

Oh Baby

Sunday, December 10th, 2006

Since Mr Sublimeproduct is touting Youtube with The Baron, he’s reminded me of this little beauty, merely because it’s the last funny thing I stumbled upon in youtube:

Seems it’s a popular spoof.

The Real Thing

Wednesday, September 20th, 2006

On Monday I watched ‘Guys and Dolls’ on Five, and can honestly say that’s the most disturbed I’ve been by TV in a long time. It was a

Documentary about the men who use sophisticated life-size dolls for sexual satisfaction and more – such as dates, affection and lifelong companionship. Featuring a young American man who gives his doll daily massages in the home he shares with his disapproving Mum and Dad;

Parents Eh? How unreasonable.

a British man who takes his doll out on day trips to the coast where she watches him hang-glide;

Watches. Yes. Of course.

and two Americans who live with multiple dolls, one of whom shares his eight synthetic lovers with his human girlfriend.


The Hoff is in the house

Saturday, July 22nd, 2006

I’m kind of hoping this is a pisstake.