Taking a break from obligatory bank holiday DIY
I was going to post a link to what has to be the strangest crime to emerge in a long while — that of the boy who plotted his own murder on the tinterweb — but then it turned up on the front page of yesterday’s Guardian. However, I think the BBC’s article did the weirdness more justice, although you may need this explanation to get your head round it all.
‘Female Spy’ – in reality Boy B: could you stab someone?
Boy A: i haven’t really thought about it
‘Female Spy’: well think please
Boy A: ok erm well i watch a lot of films
The Guardian article (I’m grabbing this from the paper rather than the web site, hence no link) quotes the prosecutor as saying:
This case serves as a stark warning of the dangers of the dark side of the internet.
Maybe, but I’m more inclined to say it serves as a stark warning of the dangers of gullible and screwed-up teenage nutters.
And straight out of the Guardian’s Guide comes Elvis Owned which features some of the kitschest creations known to man, most of which are for sale, plus lots of photos of Elvis’ bedroom. What fan wouldn’t want to own the King’s handcuffs, or perhaps some of Elvis’ Underwear?
A pair of black Jockey Skants dance briefs (size 32-36) owned & worn by ELVIS PRESLEY underneath his dark concert jumpsuits, on tour during the early 1970’s. Elvis began wearing briefs under his jumpsuits after several embarrassing moments during which the crotch area of his jumpsuit split. An extremely sought after item.
Price $2200.
Good to know that even the King suffered from those little peek-a-boo accidents too… And staying on the subject of high culture, culture secretary, Tessa “Don’t protest against the war ‘cos the park grass might get hurt” Jowell seems to have changed her mind about reality TV shows:
The point is that when Big Brother and Pop Idol or I’m a Celebrity reach their climax, there really is a sense that they become a national talking point and I think that’s a good thing.
Presumably because it diverts attention away from your government’s broken promises and disasterous foreign policies. At least there is an alternative to the relentless Friends/Big Brother plague: watching paint dry.
And finally… how not to unload a cargo plane (video).
That tip-back thing’s nearly happened to me
Simon says: “Does he mean that though? You never know with fucking Scare Tours?”
Had a little drinky had we?
Er, funny you should mention it… we’d just had a couple of light ales, officer. Anyway, Si’s currently about 30,000 feet above the Atlantic, so a quick anonymous phone call from you about the Cuban cigars he’s carrying could lead to a full cavity search and some time wearing an orange jumpsuit. You know, if you felt so inclined…