It's not everyday you get to say, 'Just how many bloody spoons are there under my bed?'

(The answer, by the way, is five)
 

There is a ladybird in my lightshade ( Read more... )

My brother and I were arguing about whether I had been too defensive when he had accused me of leaving milk out, and I accused him of being wanky about it. I then had to explain the whole concept of wank, to which he replied that I usually started situations of wank and was, therefore, wankier. I pointed out that his wank had been greater during ( Read more... )

I have discovered, in my trawling of pictures of tropical fish for my art project, that there is probably nothing I can come up with that the animal kingdom cannot match for weirdness. This is my particular favourite...