As Man UTD failed so boringly to win the FA Cup, and with the impending Champions League final this Wednesday featuring Liverpool, it was inevitable there’d be a little Manc humour headed my way this week.
This little gem came from my own girlfriend! Bloody Mancs.
Funny though, the Scouser’s keyboard:
For the last two nights now my flatmate Paul Burgess and myself have tried to look for a flat in Manchester. Tuesday night in the town centre and last night in Didsbury. Both times our search didn’t really go any further than a bar.
In our defence, we need to check out the local watering holes before deciding on our place of domicile – but yeah, we probably should at least look at one flat on our search.
We’ll try again next week, wish us luck.
Now you’re in for a real treat. This spoof was filmed way back in about 1995 for Beadle’s Hotshots (if you remember that TV show presented by Jeremy Beadle?). It was all edited it camera, but the researcher on the show, one Edgar Wright – now director of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz, said he wanted us to reshoot it so they could edit it themselves.
We did, and they ended up not using it anyway. Curses. But it was used a year later on C4’s Takeover TV, presented by Adam Buxton.
Anyhow, I’ve just found the raw footage and edited my own version of this modern day classic. Sit back, relax and enjoy the sheer comedy that is: Batman.
No, I’ve not gone all soppy. I’ve just dug out this classic from circa 1997 from my Uni days. This is me, miming very badly to the German version of Love is in the Air.
I had a tape of the Deutsch Hit Parade, what can I say?
Went on a pub crawl on Thursday night in Leeds as The Hoff. As you can see I take my Hoff very seriously, and just for the record (as many people on the night seemed unsure) that is NOT my hair.
The Government are planning to replace the British National Anthem ‘God Save the Queen’ with the much more heralded ‘Gold’ from Spandau Ballet.
You think I’m kidding? I’m not.
About:Blank have reported this, and you can sign a petition at the website for 10 Downing Street now.
Go on, help shape the Country’s future!
This is the code of which I live my life by, courtesy of Tropical SEO.
I pledge to strive wholeheartedly to make the most amount of money while doing the least amount of work possible.
I pledge to develop passive revenue streams that maintain themselves using automated systems.
I pledge to outsource anything that possibly can be outsourced. My core competencies are thinking, planning and strategizing, and my time spent on those activities will yield the highest ROI.
I pledge to have a secretary/personal assistant and/or mistress to take care of pesky details.
I pledge to only give my phone number to very close associates. Everyone else will have to email me. I will compulsively check my email throughout the day, but it may take me up to a week to answer one, especially if the reply requires effort on my part.
I pledge to use Digg, Reddit, Delicious and the like as a shortcut to link building. The Digg community is a bunch of annoying little wankers but I will play the game until my sites all have TrustRank out the wazoo from dozens of successful link baits.
I pledge to get dressed only after the noon hour. Getting dressed implies putting on pajama pants or sweats instead of boxers only. It does not necessarily imply the presence of a shirt.
I pledge to extend myself outside of the SEO realm only into even lazier and more defensible areas. Namely, domaining.
I pledge to waste at least two hours a day on Threadwatch, WebmasterWorld and Bloglines. Not because I’m learning anything new, but because I’m bored.
I pledge to be a Lazy SEO.
This is not a joke, at least not one by me. Steven Seagal is embarking on a world tour, taking in such places as Swansea, Liverpool, Tunbridge Wells and Cardiff.
You can see the full list of venues over at www.stevenseagal.com (obviously that’s your homepage anyway).
He’ll be in my area on February 18th – now can I convince anyone to go? I would assume not, but of course, as Seagal himself taught us, Assumption is the mother of all fuck-ups.
