
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Dying in a skiing accident is a luxury problem
So Natasha Richardson has died and the world mourns.
First of all, who the fuck was she?
Was she on the brink of solving world poverty? Did she have the answers to saving our environment? Could she have invented a vaccine to cure all our ills?
No. She was an actor. An actor who died whilst on holiday in an upmarket resort. An actor. How will the world recover from this tremendous loss?
57 million people die each year. Compared to the fate of the majority of people her life was far from tragic. Dying in a skiing accident is not comparable to dying from starvation, violence or disease (although dying on a beginner's slope is a form of tragedy, I suppose...).
My condolences to her family and friends. I'm not that cold-hearted. But to everyone else who feels sadden by her demise - get a fucking grip. If she touched your lives you need to join the other 57 million post-haste. The world looks exactly as fucked up today as it did before she kicked the bucket.
NOTHING HAS CHANGED.
First of all, who the fuck was she?
Was she on the brink of solving world poverty? Did she have the answers to saving our environment? Could she have invented a vaccine to cure all our ills?
No. She was an actor. An actor who died whilst on holiday in an upmarket resort. An actor. How will the world recover from this tremendous loss?
57 million people die each year. Compared to the fate of the majority of people her life was far from tragic. Dying in a skiing accident is not comparable to dying from starvation, violence or disease (although dying on a beginner's slope is a form of tragedy, I suppose...).
My condolences to her family and friends. I'm not that cold-hearted. But to everyone else who feels sadden by her demise - get a fucking grip. If she touched your lives you need to join the other 57 million post-haste. The world looks exactly as fucked up today as it did before she kicked the bucket.
NOTHING HAS CHANGED.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Popping out for a Raskolnikov
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Bjørnebryg - the reason God invented Denmark
"Far back in history the bear has been a part of the Harboe Brewery and it is still adorning the Bjørnebryg. The strong and characteristic beer contains 7,7% alcohol."
Possibly the best piece of copywriting ever conceived. Look at that awesome design. Only White Ace looks more attractive.
I dare say this beer is better than White Ace, both in terms of flavour and in terms of strength. White Ace is, of course, more readily available in the UK and much more likely to generate disgust from the public when consumed in broad daylight whilst waiting for your smack dealer to come through. White Ace is of course also not a beer but a white cider (sulphate overdose!), so the comparison falls short on several points. Well no, just the one.
I don't think this beer is available in the UK, which is tantamount to a crime. In Denmark the "Bear Brew" is fave among the drinking classes. Combined with a few 30mg codeine pills this golden liquid is an adequate and quite beautiful intoxicant.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Coolest tatts ever
A friend of mine sent me the link to this blog (English Russia) with some of the best (or worst) tattoos ever.
The two I've selected below are just so shit they're cool. Seriously, I am considering it...
'Drunken biker with chick'

We all know the feeling. You've been enjoying a couple of beers on a Tuesday night, just cruising around Vladivostock on your BSA, when your old lady shows up out of the blue, bitching and making demands, to the effect that you crash your bike and subsequently pretend to pass out in the vague hope that she'll go away.
'Weird lady standing in a puddle'

Not sure what the story is here. Some weird woman standing in what looks like a shallow fountain. No story needed, the mystery is what makes this tatt.
The two I've selected below are just so shit they're cool. Seriously, I am considering it...
'Drunken biker with chick'

We all know the feeling. You've been enjoying a couple of beers on a Tuesday night, just cruising around Vladivostock on your BSA, when your old lady shows up out of the blue, bitching and making demands, to the effect that you crash your bike and subsequently pretend to pass out in the vague hope that she'll go away.
'Weird lady standing in a puddle'

Not sure what the story is here. Some weird woman standing in what looks like a shallow fountain. No story needed, the mystery is what makes this tatt.
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