I need a (side) hug…
I can imagine Foster Kamer sitting at home giggling about all the humourless gits he is going to upset.
fek:
The best is going in and reading to see which comments Nick and Gabriel approved. Nick, naturally, went with this one:
Is this angry, disjointed rant, so short on wit and humour but long on adolescent insecurity and defensiveness, really representative of the allegedly coolest city on the planet? What a shame.
Myself, I can’t quite imagine being proud of living on a grid, and can’t really see why Londoners should feel inadequate about the civic planning skills of the Romans.File Under: Jokes, Practical. Also: “Sigh.”
(via colleennika)
Suck it bitches; we got nothing on nature
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
“The world’s tallest skyscraper, the Burj Dubai, is due to open in January. It looks like an almighty shard of misplaced enthusiasm: a lofty syringe injecting dementia directly into the skies, a short-lived spike on a printed readout, or a pin pricking a gigantic bubble.”
On a scale of the taxi driver one, to one of his many brilliant columns. I give it a 7.
Charlie Brooker, what would we do without you?
Digital Britain, FTW. And by FTW, I mean WTF?