Does anyone remember the Scottish crafting magazine I found ages ago, with a remarkable picture of a cross-stitch showing cuts of beef? This one.

And how sad I was that the magazine didn't come with a chart, instead you had to send off for it, and the company had been defunct for a very long time ( Read more... )

I might start posting more, no promises, but I'm specifically putting this here because I want to Tweet it and Facebook is such a pain in the arse to link to ( Read more... )

I have been writing up an account of our American holiday of not-quite-doomy-death and have inadvertently learned that "Hang On Sloopy" is not only the official state rock song of Ohio, but also the worst earworm in the entire world. IT'S NOT COMING OUT.

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Anyone got an alternative earworm they can give me instead? You know, just for a change of ( Read more... )

I spent my adolescence thinking I was the heroine of a coming-of-age novel. I now realise I was merely an extra in a magic realist novel.

Here is a wardrobe in the shape of the Tardis.

It has 20 reviews. Only ONE of them makes a "bigger on the inside" joke. Was it just so obvious that nobody wanted to go there?

(thank you hazelstitch)

I've realised that Ben Goldacre should be the next Doctor. If you don't believe me, just look at this picture.

And no, it's not light verse and it's not man-love.

It's an entry for this contest, to write a story about this picture.

( Scalzorc the Survivor )

"I lost The Game. Damn."

"Last night someone very special came round, and they said we should play the Pronoun Game. So we did, and she made me lose. Damn."

"Well, in that case...Mornington Crescent! Victor ludorum! Yay!"

If I ever have to explain to anyone exactly what I mean by "Daily Mail lady journalism", I now have a perfect example.

Jeff just brought me a tiny live snail that he found in the salad greens. I reckon this means we're essentially getting organic for a fraction of the price.