Ever gotten the whimsical notion to look up your old boyfriends, just to see who or what they finally ended up doing? Well, I’ve learned to resist those urges. Look what I found going under an assumed name…but read the copy closely, there is NO mistaking those characteristic traits, not to mention that profile.
So, what are YOU wearing to Jenna‘s shotgun wedding this Saturday? For some reason, this picture just reminded me of that…
from Fark
I love the Brits; not only do they apparently think I should rule their blogosphere (I humbly accept), but they’re also in many ways quite simply batshit insane. One of the manifestations of this unfortunate, though amusing-to-watch, characteristic is their irrational fondness for so-called “Festivals.”
They appear to define the word “Festival” as “any occasion during which city dwellers come in contact with both actual dirt and other people wearing same, particularly on their faces,” and most particularly if it cost a month’s salary and someone is screaming at them through an expensive sound system during a downpour.
Trust Banksy to be more clever than your run of the mill Festivationator: he’s organized a Festival in a tunnel.
Behold The Cans Festival (via Walking Turcot Yards):
Some people are calling it the greatest stencil art show that has ever taken place in a tunnel underneath Waterloo station. It was visited by 28,544 people and 623 of them painted on the walls.
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Grass stains? Dirt? Ring around the collar?
End it all with EMO!
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I am not quite sure how this came to pass, but according to Wikio I am now the 300th most powerful blog in the UK.
Pity I’m not IN the UK.
Maybe I should send flowers to Boriswatch? Important jobs for all my bloggy Limey friends!
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