I don’t usually get into shameless plugging like this, because this blog’s all about integrity and the pursuit of some higher truth through professional styled journalism in a common-man’s world. But many of you problem know of the infamous Chris Croucher and Mark Beynon already, and if you don’t – quite possibly deserve to learn those names now while you can still say “oh yeah, I remember when they did…”
So I’m helping you, really. And in return, you can go ahead and watch their excellent short film ‘The Beachcombers’, which has been nominated into the top 6 of the Best of Borough Awards 2008.
And if you don’t like these sort of things, just vote for it anyway and go join the Facebook group. Like I said, shameless
This has to be a win-win situation. Courtesy of The London Daily Photo Blog, an inventor called Demitrios Kargotis combined with the almighty power of the Royal college of art has come up with a machine that analyses your voice, and dispenses appropriate amounts of ice cream based on your mood.
Unhappy people get more ice cream, presumably (or rather, obviously) making them happier.
You could have seen this in action at the Icon Experiment. But since it’s now closed, you can’t. I don’t know about you, but that makes me think I’d be getting a huge scoop of ice cream right now.
A local suspected Banksy was sold on ebay for Â£2,150, today. I say local because it was just around the corner from the office, in one our many new touristy building sites.
Bargain. Let’s just hope it’s real, eh?
Today was the unveiling of the six options for the 4th plinth in Trafalgar Sq. The winner will be chosen by a committee later in the year, and receive a quarter of a million to turn their miniature visions into reality worthy of the coveted spot.
Now, it would be rude of me to abandon Mr Gormley after loyally supporting his work and the enjoyment he’s given through his previous installations… But, I think I speak for everyone here when I say, Meerkat on a Plinth!
About once a year, I like to complain about the tube strikes. I did it last year, and I’ll do it again this year. This year it’s the turn of Metronet, who’s members are after assurances over job security and pensions.
I care about the important issues. I care about the plight of the workers standing up to The Man, Transport for London in this case. I care about who will stand and be counted, before there is nobody left to stand. I stand shoulder to shoulder with the common man. I will join them in taking this fight to their front door and hit them in the pockets, where it hurts the most.
Tube services are cancelled from Tuesday until Thursday. Do you realise how bloody inconvenient that is? I’ll never get home. You purse-pinching money grabbing bastards.
Actually, I don’t really care. You see, London has quite a few different ways of getting around. And with my help, you might be able to find your way around too. Firstly, there are the buses. They run above ground – where the air comes from. There are also overland trains. They’re also above ground, but look quite like the trains you see on the underground, with less red. Now here’s the really crazy part. The Great Fire died out over 340 years ago. The streets are safe to return to once more, and London is now traversable in its entirety by foot. Yep, believe it or not, you can walk from Warren Street station all the way to Goodge Street without taking the underground.
Above all, just try not to panic, everyone. It will all be OK