Child K snapped this sportily dressed man standing astride his shopping cart in the checkout queue at Ikea in Croydon. Note the iPad lying on top of his intended purchases. I asked on Twitter if anyone could suggest what he was up to.
“Aha, Strange things happen to a man’s brain in Ikea Croydon” said @WobblyBobMusic “this is what happened last time I was there”
“Woah! Testosterone overdose” was @seanamcginty‘s reaction
“Or is he just trying to impress……………!” replied @NearsideNick
“If he’d had his legs waxed as well you’d have known immediately” volunteered @leny2010
“He’s even dressed in Swedish colours! Could be some Scandinavian pron niche of which we are unaware and cannot hope to comprehend” said @cupoftea69
“I think he’s misunderstood the whole concept of how to wear a bumbag (that is what they were called back in the 80’s I think?)” suggested @NoahSams
“Taking a photo of his bits? I’ve been to IKEA in Croydon. It’s a portal to Hell. Nothing would surprise me there…” was the last word from the well-named @bitofacharacter
You’ve got to love Twitter. A total waste of time no doubt, but all of human life is there.
Child A has only just told me about Horse_eComics. It’s a Tumblog inspired by @Horse_eBooks – a spam twitterbot that, in an effort to bypass spam filters, posts random excerpts from its online book database.
Horse_eComics creator Burton Durand illustrates some of the tweetbot’s more gnomic utterances, resulting – as he rightly says – in pure comedic genius.
Delicious. Couldn’t resist reblogging this tweet from @AlexisPetridis:
“Well, the page where Brian May explains how to use his website certainly makes things a lot clearer”
Christmas morning at home with Wife, Child K (14) and Child A (21). Decadently festive breakfast of scrambled egg, smoked salmon, bucks fizz and coffee, presents under tree have all been opened, everyone sat around in their new Christmas sweaters.
Somehow despite sitting in the same room Wife has managed to slip away and email me a link to Rhodri Marsden‘s Storify page of Best & Worst Christmas Experiences – submitted by his followers on Twitter. And as she sits on one sofa browsing Radio Times, I’ve opened up my laptop sitting on the other and just found her message.
Personal highlights: Charlie Roberts: “Worst: nose exploded for some reason, covered Christmas dinner in blood. A&E instead of turkey. Doctor jammed gauze in + said ‘Merry Xmas'”
James Wallis: “Worst Boxing Day: mid-1960s, my dad, very hung-over, scrambled every egg in the house for breakfast. Used brandy butter. Inedible.”
Katy West: “Worst-1987. Got pushed onto the candles at church during the nativity and set on fire. The priest had to douse me with holy water”
Ed Caesar: “circa 1987 I set my Grandpa alight by firing a party popper across the table through a candle. He attempted to douse with whisky.”
Scott Hoad: “Worst: Alone in a flat in Shoreditch with a Satsuma. Best: Alone in a flat in Shoreditch with a Satsuma and my dealer turned up.”
Enjoyed this cheerful tweet from @ElCostello in Toronto: “If you have a semi morbid sense of humour, as I do, Dead at Your Age is kind of fun: dead.atyourage.com“. You won’t be astonished to learn that that El Costello also plays in a band and blogs on Tumblr under the name Stop, Die, Resuscitate.
Anyway what it all comes down to is that you enter your birthday and Dead At Your Age will tell you which famous people you’ve just outlived. Go on, try it.
From the splendid How To Be A Retronaut blog - slogan: “Ever get the feeling you’re living in the wrong time?”. This vintage Twitter snapshot comes from the post If There Had Always Been An Internet by Jesse Eisemann which also includes re-imaginings of Gmail, Facebook and a pirate torrent.
Opened my eyes around 06:50 a sunny May morning, wife’s turn to make the tea downstairs. Idly flicking through Tweetdeck on my iPod, found that the Not For Resale blog had posted ten minutes of dawn chorus recorded in Patcham Village at 04:15 the same morning. A tweet to wake up to…
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