“Liven Up Your Website! Click Here NOW!” The email announced itself in my inbox at 11.15pm on a dreary rain-filled night last Monday – and I couldn’t help wondering whether it was a sales pitch or a brusquely-worded suggestion. As work and social life take their toll on my journalistic ego, I’ve reassessed my postings. The old “funny” links have been tidied up and put in their own little box, leaving enough space on the main fairway to concentrate on more important matters – me. And my stab at political ranting, when the opportunity occurs.
Turns out the email was spam, by the way. But it’s the first useful piece I’ve had in a while…

Would the person that just emailed me about Jonny Wilkinson’s drop goal kindly email me again? My oafish fingers managed to delete the email before I had the chance to reply…

Oh how my heart leapt when I discovered this picture. Yes, I know there’s naughty words, but this is just SO close to my heart:

You really couldn’t make it up.

There’s no better way to emphasis the poverty line than to rain golf balls on people (popup, keep scrolling down).

In case you’re wondering, it’s Dubai’s Burj Al Arab, the world’s most expensive hotel.

If you have a car crash whilst sneezing, would you be let off?

NICE TITS – The Royal Tit-Watching (Ornithological) Society of Britain.

Check your clothes tags…

Anyone trying to get tickets for Glastonbury 2004? Bit difficult, according to the BBC. Well, try this – the wibbler.com Glastonbury loophole. You can thank me later…
disclaimer: I’ve never used it, as the idea of spending ?110 for three days spent knee-deep in mud and whacked out on spliffs doesn’t appeal to me. However, if you’re worried, don’t use the link…
Update: the loophole has been discovered by the ticketers, so it’s a no go now…