A brilliant parody of Delta Airlines (takes a bit to load…)

Oh yes, and seeing as this is basically a diary of sorts, I ought to grace you with the weekly, vaguely interesting stuff: for example, I’ve been to Head Office this week (ending up in the pub with the ENTIRE place afterwards ), acquired and repaired a slow puncture in my car tyre, Meet Nick in Godalming for well-deserved drink, slipped on a carrot and had a stinking cold for 4 days. But not necessarily in that order…

Nothing cheers you up after a long week of work than a HUGE parcel waiting at home for you. And especially when it’s got a PlayStation2 in it! Yes, my FHM prize has finally come, and now I can finally sell it for some free money. Oh the joys of FHM. I was so impressed at their highly impressive choice of my joke that I’ve subscribed to them at high expense for a whole year. I’m thinking I might give each issue in exhange to that homeless man who tries to thrust a Big Issue into my hand every morning. A Magazine for a magazine. Well, it’s only fair.

Goodbye, England’s Crone…

Who needs all these SlimFast plans, Hip and Thigh Diets or slimming drugs? I’ve found nothing cures your hunger faster than finding half a caterpillar in your evening meal – see what I mean?

The results are in for the The Worst Cars of the Millennium. The VW Camper at No.10 : “The bus had no heat, blew over in the wind and used the driver’s legs as its first line of defense in an accident“. At No.4, the AMC Gremlin: “It was entirely possible to read a Russian novel during the pause between stepping on the gas and feeling any semblance of forward motion.“